Now that I think of it: we should have posted Huck’s prints after the James Howard Kunstler post. And all that neutron bomb landscape painting stuff. Huck’s Bloody Bucket makes a good argument for non-populated paintings, if the potential populace looks and acts like this.
For those that don’t know, many of Huck’s “Evil Prints” depict true-ish events that occurred (in the recent past I might add) in Huck’s hometown of Potosi, MO.
This game could get dumb really, really fast.
But in a totally, totally awesome way.
Everyone should keep submitting this kind of comment. If we get enough, I’ll try to contact Tom Huck and have him personally judge the best.
(Probably no prize involved. Limit one million entries per person.)
Dieric Bouts: The Fall of the Damned —at first i paired it with Beirut but now i am thinking Bon Iver ‘The Wolves (Act I and II)…
just because he wears flannel shirts while sometimes playing a beautiful old steel guitar and, i must admit, because he is totally dreamy in a back-woods kind of way.
Foolbert Sturgeon’s donated artwork for the Campaign to End Boxcar Willie Syndrome Fundraising Gala and Art Auction (hosted by Yakov Smirnoff). Wayne Newton, overstuffed on cashew chicken (breaded), makes occasional half-jesting suggestions.
i don’t think i could compete, y’all, though i *could* just begin shouting “I’M REWARDED WITH GENITALIA!” at random intervals while browsing huck’s images and listening to a playlist consisting of BERLIN to CORONER to GWEN STEFANI to SPOON to DIO to SOME RANDOM KIM DEAL PROJECT to INXS, all the while attempting to paint at 6 by 9 foot canvas entirely with acrylics. yeah.
scene: on a road trip to virginia this november to visit 1/4 of the family for thanksgiving. accompanied by two boys in a subcompact chevy.
-we are flipping through the radio channels to regain our lost NPR signal and we skim through a Black Sabbath song. i am told to stop and scan back to it. i begrudging do so while making snide remarks about Ozzy Osbourne.
i am mock-aurgued back at, being told that i obviously have no appreciation for the innovation of the ‘power chord’ or the partially fingered genius of someone named tony (last name non-memory-retrievable).
suddenly, in the road we pass this huge deer carcass…one of those really nutty roadkill scenes where blood and guts and pulverized animal are strewn all the hell over. and i suddenly blurt out, (like someone with a bizarre and mild version of turrets) “POWER CARCASS!!” at which point there is a total silence before we all dissolve into hysterics for like, the next 45 minutes.
soooo, this would be me, i guess, as the artist, listening to black sabbath and meditating on the power carcass.
i’m fairly certain that in order to memorialize it, we should e-bay the winner one of those faux-metal pair of balls to hang off of their car.
though i am certain i won’t win, those would look mighty nice on my jetta…
or on sam’s Geo?