image from libraryman,com
“Art is making something out of nothing, & then
selling it.”--Frank Zappa.
Every day as I super-surf the web lovingly searching for images that
I am attracted to, & want to share, I constantly stumble upon those
iconic pictures of great artists, like Pablo Picasso, Georgia O’Keeffe,
Salvador Dali, Andy Warhol, Frida Kahlo, Jackson Pollock, & Frank
Frazetta--and I marvel at how successfully they all marketed them-
selves, becoming somehow as important, & even more recognizable
than their Art.
Picasso as the Spanish bull in the taxi dancer shirts, beautifully bare-
chested, bald & ever ready to womanize (hiding his association with
the Nazis during WWII)--O’Keeffe, photographed relentlessly by Alfred
Stieglitz, putting her raw-boned heartland sexuality on display, her fecund
floral paintings rife with vaginal splendor, becoming the wondrous Sante
Fe aging Muse--Dali as the mad eccentric socialite genius, his famous
mustache & crazed expressions transformed to both abstract caricature
& sales pitch--Warhol, the New York omni-sexual film director, artist &
social happening, flaunting his wigs, counter culture antics, & success
as effeminate outrider, who like Picasso created Art out of thin air, the
mundane & sheer bravado--Kahlo as the cross-dressing desert flower,
ersatz revolutionary with brass bandoliers across her naked chest,
creating a lexicon of uni-brow selfies recognizable on a global scale
--Pollock, whom I dubbed Jack the Dripper, balding, stooped, chain-
smoker, red-eyed, social pariah, pensive, hopeless alcoholic--
& Frazetta, who painted with fire as the 50’s rebellious muscular dark-
haired man’s man, arms forever folded & eyes insolent.
Can any artist
ever snag fame without themselves as the logo?
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