I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

I made this

A Geranium with Rubens Peale, 2010

(after "Rubens Peale with a Geranium" by Rembrandt Peale, 1801)

And then the next morning I found this while looking for an envelope

The tone of the text (and the exhibition title, really) is that Rembrandt Peale was a jerk who only cared about being famous, failed time and time again and blamed the audiences for being provincial. So judgmental, Smithsonian brochure writer!

He was just mad because his brother was sooooooo cute. With his pretty flowers and his two pair of glasses. XOXO!

This is most of what I do on Twitter.

Children of the Diebenkorn
Apocalypse Nauman
Good Morning VietNam June Paik
Chagall About Eve
The Thin Red Kline
Pollock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels
A Barnett Newman for All Seasons
Passion of the Christo (& Jeanne-Claude)
How Clement Greenberg Was My Valley
That Thing You DuChamp!
Eadweard Muybridges of Madison County
Solaris LeWitt
Alex Katz Don’t Dance
The Discrete Charm of The Louise Bourgeoisie
Cassatturday Night Fever
Grosz Point Blank
Something’s Giotto Give
Crazy Reinhardt,
Easy Albert Pinkham Ryder
Old Masters of Disguise
(Judy) Chicago
Hail The Conquering Hiroshige
The Story of O’Keeffe
Bride of Lichtenstein
Stop or My MoMA Will Shoot

From my friend Sarah:
Klee Pigeons, The Treasure of the Serra Madre, What’s Eating Gilbert and George?, Chihuly & Julia, The Hudsucker Praxiteles

From my friend Eric:
Rothkocop, The Englishman who Went up a Hill and Came Down a Mantegna, Scheile’s Gotta Have It, Starship Hoppers, The First Wyeth’s Club, Hotel for Doigs, Harold and Komar and Melamed Go to White Castle, Watteauworld, J.M.W. Turner and Hooch, Beuys in the Hood, The Hirst Locker, Mondrian Vs. Predator, Never Been Klimt