Trump: Going for the Gold?

As anyone who cares probably already knows by now, the Guggenheim refused President Trump’s request for a van Gogh painting for the White House and instead offered him the loan of Maurizio Cattelan’s “America,” a fully functioning toilet made out of gold.*

I have not heard whether Trump will go for the gold behind door number two . . . or go number two in the gold behind the door, but to honor Guggenheim curator Nancy Spector’s dadaist gesture, I bring you “Golden Shower of Hits (Jerks on 45)”:

* For more on the history of toilet humor in art, check out Philip Kiennicott’s article in the Washington Post.


How Little Buildings Are Made

The Louvre has decided not to display Domestikator by the Dutch art studio Atelier Van Lieshout because the 40-foot outdoor sculpture is too “sexually explicit.”

That would not have surprised me in the U.S., but I did not think the French, who stereotypically act like they invented sex, or at least perfected it, were so prudish.

All I’ve got to say about the sculpture is that she’s a . ..

Every time I hear this great song I am again amazed that Lionel Richie was once funky.

Turning Japanese

A renowned Japanese artist, Takashi Murakami, an American producer-director, McG, and an American actress, Kirsten Dunst, walk into . . . no, this is not a joke . . . “Akihabara Electric Town” to shoot a video of the old Vapors song, “Turning Japanese.”

Homage? Parody? Appropriation? Racism?

Sometimes you just need to stop asking questions and enjoy:

How did I miss this?


Bernie Wrightson (1948-2017)

I do not read comics much anymore, but when I did one of my very favorite artists was Bernie Wrightson. I didn’t normally read horror comics, but I read his, especially the character he is probably best known for, Swamp Thing, whom he co-created with Len Wein:

I’ve long had a theory that the darker the Batman, the longer the ears on his cowl, so it’s no surprise that Wrightson’s Batman had very long ears:

But perhaps Wrightson’s masterpieces were his illustrations for Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein . . .

. . . a character who, come to think of it, has a lot in common with Swamp Thing.

Goodbye, Bernie.