9 October, 2013
White Art: John Sloane
Posted by Socrates in art, Socrates, White art/architecture at 6:12 pm | 
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Sloane might be accused, by some, of being cut from the same “$9.95 Walmart art” mold as Thomas Kinkade, but I would disagree. There may be some similarities between the two artists, but Sloane is better and more realistic. Sloane is closer to Norman Rockwell, while Kinkade is closer to…I don’t know who. More [Here].
10 October, 2013 at 7:40 am
This very realistic art, not the dreamy foggy Kinkade style of 19th century gas lantern nonsense. The first thing I notice, is all the articles like the clothing, the sled, the house, none of it produced in Chinkland or built by wetback laborers. You can find scenes like this all over Amerikwa, in most cases they are boarded and falling into disrepair, but even then they still stand as monuments to all the ugly tepee like suburbs , all brick and asphalt roofing provided by mexishits.
10 October, 2013 at 8:03 am
Soane is OK but you see this kind of stuff in Christian bookstores while they play that feminine touchy-feely music.
I would like Slaone better if he did this:
http://www.brothershildebrandt.com/Images/LastGoddess.jpg
10 October, 2013 at 4:41 pm
Besides, that kid looks lonely. No one else around. Not even mama to watch him sled. not evern a dog. Sad.
10 October, 2013 at 4:44 pm
from my days as a DJ:
“Young child with dreams
Dream every dream on your own
When childdren play
Seems like you end up alone
Papa said he’d love to be with you
If he had the time
So you turn to the only freind you can find
There in your mind
Shiloh when I was young
I used to call your name
When no one else would come
Shiloh you always came . . . come today
10 October, 2013 at 5:37 pm
Thom, aren’t you quoting from a Neil Diamond song?
Here’s my favorite John Sloane painting. Not quite as wholesome or as folksy as his other works, but after all it was commissioned for Esquire in 1966. http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2012/05/03/article-0-12E76171000005DC-565_634x736.jpg
10 October, 2013 at 7:53 pm
I like the picture you posted, Tim. It’s clean, lusty and real.
11 October, 2013 at 12:48 am
d Says:
10 October, 2013 at 7:53 pm
I like the picture you posted, Tim. It’s clean, lusty and real.
11 October, 2013 at 10:57 am
I like the picture you posted, Tim. It’s clean, lusty and real.
11 October, 2013 at 10:59 am
Wait a minute! No tan-lines! And she is smoking!
Must be French.
11 October, 2013 at 12:10 pm
Thom McQueen is waging war on me because he subscribes to pecker lopping.
11 October, 2013 at 1:42 pm
McQueen is annoyed that my taste in art is better than his. So he resorts to his usual default argument about cut vs. uncut ding-dongs.
11 October, 2013 at 2:19 pm
Tim, here is one of the greatest painings of all time, OF ALL TIME:
http://www.illusionsgallery.com/Midsummers-eve.html
fd, I actually don’t remmember much about it, since it happened so long ago, but my gal Carrie Fisher says that although she has not really made any comparisons, that it becomes me. She has put her foot down on piercings and rings and such. Girls want that stufff for themselves.
11 October, 2013 at 2:46 pm
I like The Scream. It’s symbolic of the expression that white female race mixers will illustrate when the colored hordes begin to eat them.
11 October, 2013 at 6:16 pm
Now I know—that young boy in the picture, alone, dreaming every dream on his own, when childdren play, somehow he ends up alone—-
IT IS JOHN SLOANE! John Sloane is brilliant!
It is also me, and Neil Diamond, and John denver, Kurt Cobain, and Marilyn Manson, and every person who has a touch of right-brain creativity.
Still, that naked French babe in the high-heels could use a touch of my airbrush. Then I would walk her down the Champs-Elysees. She would say to me, “Monsieur, vous m’avez fait très belle, bien que je suis nu!”
I would say to her ,yes, I know French ” Qu’est-ce qui’il y a? Je suis un artist!” Then I would slap her bare buttock. She would go “oh , la, la!”
11 October, 2013 at 8:26 pm
FROM WIKIMIKI.COM:
With the exception of his series of classy nudes for Esquire and Playboy in the 60’s, Sloane’s artwork was generally condemned as “Too white-bread” (Malcolm X), “The work of a syphilitic madman” (J. Edgar Hoover), “Blatantly anti-Semitic” (Golda Meir) and “Not nearly anti-Semitic enough” (Norman Mailer). Fed up with all the criticism, Sloane dropped out of society altogether in 1969, when he joined a vegetarian death-cult in Van Nuys, California. During this period he eked out a living by illustrating posters for low-budget biker films starring Jack Nicholson and Teri Garr.
By the late 1970s there was a huge revival of interest in Sloane’s earlier, cornier paintings, some of which can be seen in Saturday Night Fever, Close Encounters of the Third Kind and Caligula. Sloane then received numerous offers for interviews, as well as requests for commissions from around the world, especially from the Ayatollah Khomeini. Sloane declined them all, however, preferring the life of a freelance rodeo-clown/cartographer living in a run-down trailer park near Fort Sill, Oklahoma.
Sloane disappeared without a trace in the fall of 1983, leaving nothing behind but a short, cryptic note written in crayons that were found in his trailer. Detectives from the Lawton Police Department never revealed the contents of that note, but it mysteriously re-surfaced at a North Carolina flea-market almost 30 years later. “I always hated that bastard Thomas Kincade”, the note begins, “My art is closer to Norman Rockwell’s, while Kinky-kade is closer to…I don’t know who…..”
12 October, 2013 at 9:36 am
John Sloane captured the remarkable imagination of little boys everywhere who can play long hours and never feel alone. Yes, John Sloane is an artist of the folk.