The fact that it’s done as a triptych, and it’s not divided into three acts or scenes really highlights the concept of form over function that the right so dearly holds.
I came here to comment on this exact thing. Not only is it a bad painting, but the bad art aspect transcends the painting itself, even to the execution as a triptych. Every aspect of this is terrible.
The fact that it also kinda follows the rule of thirds makes it even more bizarre. They took the character of interest (Trump) and split him in half between the two panels, but left the cock and balls at another point of tension, implying some sort of sexual tension between the figures?
what buggers belief is that you were able to look at it long enough for that level of critique. brava.
edit: there are some weird, linear intersections and balance-counterbalances that keep drawing the eye here-there-and-everywhere, but i can’t seem to figure out the point of any of it. neither could the artist, it seems. it’s dizzying to look at.
I think it’s just because that particular Joan Fabrics didn’t have a single canvas that was big enough on the Wednesday afternoon that the artist’s clinical manic episode compelled her to produce this.
The fact that it’s done as a triptych, and it’s not divided into three acts or scenes really highlights the concept of form over function that the right so dearly holds.
I came here to comment on this exact thing. Not only is it a bad painting, but the bad art aspect transcends the painting itself, even to the execution as a triptych. Every aspect of this is terrible.
The fact that it also kinda follows the rule of thirds makes it even more bizarre. They took the character of interest (Trump) and split him in half between the two panels, but left the cock and balls at another point of tension, implying some sort of sexual tension between the figures?
As they say, it buggers belief.
what buggers belief is that you were able to look at it long enough for that level of critique. brava.
edit: there are some weird, linear intersections and balance-counterbalances that keep drawing the eye here-there-and-everywhere, but i can’t seem to figure out the point of any of it. neither could the artist, it seems. it’s dizzying to look at.
Hehe buggers belief ;)
I thought it was “beggars belief”?
You’d bugger Belief too if you saw 'em.
I think it’s just because that particular Joan Fabrics didn’t have a single canvas that was big enough on the Wednesday afternoon that the artist’s clinical manic episode compelled her to produce this.
You know they only shop at hobby lobby and only it at chickfillet.