21 February, 2016
Art Masterpiles
Posted by Socrates in art, jewed art, modern art, Socrates at 3:21 pm | 
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(Above: de Kooning’s “art”)
These aren’t masterpieces. They’re masterpiles (as in “piles of shit”). Where are the real art masterpieces? Hidden away in the attic of history, just as the New York-based art world (run by Jews) planned it. More about the art world here.
21 February, 2016 at 8:35 pm
The Christian businessmen who ran the Thomas Kinkade billion-dollar empire had the same philosophy as the Jews: It is not art unless it sells.
They had poor Thom painting the same sugary scenes over and over, hoodwinked hard-working fellow Christians to open Thomas Kinkade Signature Galleries (where they lost everything they had), and I think they even broke up Thom’s marriage with their demands that Nanette confront Thom with “tough love” over his drinking.
Pricks.
22 February, 2016 at 11:04 am
Well, Kinkade could have at least avoided the annoying habit of portraying every single room of a house as brightly lit! I mean, every window glows every time??? Come on. But other than that, I usually like Kinkade’s work, even if it is very sugary and very pedestrian. I like John Sloane’s work much better – he’s closer to Norman Rockwell.
22 February, 2016 at 10:09 pm
And Kinkade also had his cottages about 10 ft. away from mountain streams, which would totally sweep it away about three times a year.
Has Sloane ever wee-weed on Winnie-the-Pooh, like a drunken Kinkdade once did?
23 February, 2016 at 7:25 pm
The new book, “The Billion Dollar Painter” says that Kinkade once drank so much whiskey that he was paralyzed from the neck down . . . for two weeks.
I think he could have actually drank his fellow-Celt, Jim Morrison, under the table.
23 February, 2016 at 8:44 pm
“… it’s not art until it sells.”
Wow.
“Art” will stand the test of time due entirely to its greatness. The “value” of these artificial pieces of sh*t will evaporate as the smell of cow dung in the fields.
All of this makes me laugh and cry inside (more laugh). This excrement time that we live in will inevitably die and the truth of real beauty will rise again – as flowers in a compost pile.
24 February, 2016 at 5:12 pm
Antagonistes Says: “Has Sloane ever wee-weed on Winnie-the-Pooh, like a drunken Kinkdade once did?”
Hey, who, I say, WHO among us hasn’t peed on a Disney character at least once after downing a fifth o’ bourbon???
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26 February, 2016 at 2:45 pm
Kinkade might not be everyone’s cup of tea but at least his art looked like something and was happy. Would you rather have Pollack’s paint splatter? BTW Jackson Pollack was a legendary drinker also and most of his “art” was probably inspired by what he had thrown up the previous night!
26 February, 2016 at 4:03 pm
Leviticus Jackson Says: “BTW Jackson Pollack was a legendary drinker also”
That’s unusual. Most Jews don’t drink heavily. Drugs, on the other hand…
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26 February, 2016 at 7:04 pm
Pollack’s parents were Presbyterian. At least that’s per Wikipedia. Scots-Irish too.
Pollack just had shit for talent like so many kikes.