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June 03, 2008 |
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Spilled Paint
FOUND by Ruth
in Melbourne, Australia
I think whoever was on the receiving end of this note, WAS offended. I found it lying next to the bins of the studio area at the art school I attend.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
What do you like about it?
I had an art teacher like that once; her paintings looked like spillage.
Ahh, the wanky shite that my fellow art students and I come out with at times! haha
I'm glad Jessie include the P.S., because I probably would have assumed the opposite.
I speilled some paint. Have a look; what does it remind you of?
---Dr. Rorschach
The point of the pot in my studio was to get me reeling on the floor and thinking about your work. I probably have o.d.d. or something.
--Jessie (way later in the day)
Dear Beethoven,
I just dropped a pile of dishes on my kid's toy piano and it sounded like one of your symphonies.
Of course it's an insult and a jolly good one at that.
P.S. No offence Ludwig.
I've always wanted to take a picture of a dalmation crapping in the snow and send it out with a "Thinking of you at Christmas" written on it.
LOL Turbo.
Don't put me on your card list.
Seriously.
Jessie's probably just high from the paint fumes.
OK so what kind of pen was this written with? I'm thinking one of those double-ended Sanford/Berol Prismacolors- where one end is a fat wedge and the other end is a fine tip. (damn fine art markers!)
"I've got all your paintings and I think you are the best!"
((http://foundmagazine.com/find/2005))
That's all I got. Happy Tuesday, Kids.
A finally a true critic of modern art :-P
I always figure, if I can do it, it's not real art.
Anyone can be an artist. Just spill a pot of paint and there you go! Evidently they even have schools where you can learn the fine art of paint spillage. I must be smart though - I don't need to go to school for that.
Just me in my house: that little drizzle trick seemed to work okay for Jackson Pollock. Too bad he hit that little bump in the road (literally as well as figuratively).
" I LOVE your work...but what exactly is it that you do?? "
When I spill paint, I'm just a klutz! But when you spill paint, it's art!! No, really--I like what you do.
-Jessie
I think Jessie is trying to make the recipient doubt themselves (and their medium of spilled paint peelings) enough to pull out of the local art competition...and then Jessie can have All The Glory.
what a bitch.
i think it's joke between 2 friends...nothing more. i really like the way she writes her letters, very flowing but sharp.
"...and the stuff I peeled off the floor made me think of your work!"
How nice, how very, very nice.
Was that "stuff" cat poo? Dog vomit? Your own bitchy bile?
One man's floor scraping is another man's masterpiece.....aka ~ 'the meaning of life'.....
Dear Josie,
...stop digging.
This is how Jackson Pollock got started. One spilled pot of paint and bingo! Fame and fortune!
Sorry, I meant Jessie.
Must have been still thinking about Josie Lawrence from the next comments page... Freudian slip! Ooh, Josie, is that what you're wearing?
Is it hot in here?
Ouch
Talk about a back-handed compliment....
Not entirely sure why? Geez, Jess are you partly sure why? You're probably just odd? You sound more like a total c*nt to me.
this is so sweet!
i had a major crush on my art professor last year and i totally would have left a message like this for him to find.
Which art school do you attend, oh finder of find?
When I was a kid you could make abstract paint art at carnivals. You paid maybe 25 cents (I don't remember exactly) to squirt different colored paint into a spinning tub and you'd get a colorful abstract painting of whirled paint on a glossy white card to take home as a souvenir.
Some things you just don't say. Paint chips remind me of your art, is one of them.
Nah...
Saying someone's work looks like paint crisps off a floor isn't offending at all!
pshh...