Are Christmas Cards Fine Art?

They are now. Don Allcorn’s annual best Christmas Card ( should I have said, “holiday greeting?” Why is hard to be politically correct? Shouldn’t it be easier? – they need to make fairness easier than unfairness then I think it might have a chance.) has taken the printed posted greeting and raised it up to the level of fine art… all within one an easy to open envelope! Is he a magician? No silly, he’s an artist. He’s also an architect and my old college buddy and Susan’s brother! Duh! Don Allcorn people…remember that name. Anyway, when I easily opened the envelope the first thing I thought was, “That was so easy to open.” Next, I instantly recognized the contents as being fine art. ‘But how?” you are probably not asking yourself…Let me learn you now, a simple rule of identification should you one day wonder, “Is that art fine?”

If it’s in a frame, it’s fine art.

Very simple really. No frame? Not fine art….for the most part anyway…I mean there’s always Yoko Ono and making holes in the wind type of art stuff…but this little rule right here will keep what’s fine and what’s not pretty clear. BUT you must also remember that just because some art is not fine, that does not mean it is not good art….or bad art….or expensive as fuck art…or actually just garbage….that’s the rub.( no, Scott Covert’s paintings are the “rub”…riiiiiiight?????? – yuck yuck yuck) – NEVERMIND.

I like that textural fine art frame with that fine furniture in “Claridge Carbon” by Modernica seen in the photo above. That’s looking fine. I’m seeing a design rule here…

Fine is fine with Fine.

…honestly these marvelous ideas just come right out of my fingertips and onto the keys of this computer…they really do…they completely bypass my brain. Hmmm. Fascinating….yeah, I know! OK, here comes another one right now….

Art is a mystery. Don’t try to solve it. It’s not called Rubik’s Cubism, kids.

Take these wise words of easy to remember wisdom and use them! I give these things to you my twelve to fifteen readers.

Merry Christmas Happy Holidays to you all…I totally slept through the whole week this year. Ooops. Missed Christmas. So what.

I had pictures of holiday windows to post and funny gift ideas and all kinds of Xmas blogging to post….but I didn’t even download the pictures off my phone. Fuck it. Who cares.

Anyone Can Wear A Scarf

Christy Minstrel (scarf fan, aficionado and stylist) encourages scarf lovers and others to visit the source of so many silky squares – “Vera Paints A Scarf” at The Museum of Arts and Design in NYC and yes, there will be ladybugs.

silence please.
Go Vera!

Click the pics to read all about it and get tickets.

STYLE NOTE: A scarf, with sunglasses and lipstick can constitute a satisfying and time saving Full Drag.

Peter McGough’s Book is Out on Tuesday!

Book Launch: I've Seen The Future and I'm Not Going by Peter McGough in conversation with Christopher Bollen (Brooklyn Book Festival Bookends Event)

Tuesday Sep 17, 2019
7:00 pm – 9:00 pm

POWERHOUSE @ the Archway 
28 Adams Street (Corner of Adams & Water St. Facebook event found here.  A Brooklyn Book Festival Bookend event.

A memoir of New York in the 1980s and 1990s–a time of both enormous creativity and decadence–told by an artist who was at the center of it all, including the AIDS epidemic, and survived to tell the story.

Peter McGough–half of the team of McDermott & McGough, artists known for their painting, photography, sculpture, and film–writes about the trauma of growing up gay in 1950s suburbia; about the East Village art scene of the 1980s when he knew Keith Haring, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Andy Warhol, Jeff Koons and Julian Schnabel; and about his meeting David McDermott who would profoundly change his life by insisting they dress, live, and work like men in the Victorian era. From then on, wherever they lived–in New York City or in upstate New York–they lived without electricity or any other modern conveniences. Their art, called “Time Maps” was concerned with sexuality, bigotry, and AIDS, and their photography–using cyanotypes and platinum plates–had great success at major galleries and museums around the world. Eventually, however, McDermott’s incendiary temper and profligate spending would bankrupt them: McDermott would move to Dublin, and McGough, trying to work in New York, would discover that he had AIDS. I’ve Seen the Future and I’m Not Going is a poignant, often devastating, often humorous, entirely singular memoir.

peter mcgough

PETER McGOUGH is an artist who has collaborated with David McDermott since the 1980s. They are known for their work in painting, photography, sculpture, and film. He divides his time between Dublin and New York City.

You’re Not Gonna Believe Who This Guy’s Dad Is…

Aaaaaaaanyway…

I was very serious about creating this image. I wanted to present J.C. with reverence and respect, with a personal truth but also with something very new. The same son of God, depicted in the same stylized and over-painted way we have seen him for generations yet with a new ethnicity. Hispanic is my update. I thought maybe it could sell in South America. My honest and uncensored depiction of Jesus would not be complete without a divine sensuality that heats a forbidden glowing layer of desire…like a glossy layer of clear love smeared over his lips, his watery eyes, over his whole beautiful face. The content of this art comes with your pondering stare – making it blurry in your mind as you gaze into it and beyond it’s few details. This is introspection, the individual’s unique third-eye point of view . I hoped to put all that on top of the half-man’s mortal masculinity that made this famous prophet, at least in this artist’s mind, quite hot.

A Three Piece Summer Salad Dressed Simply

…walks into a salad bar. Just Kidding.

It’s summer. Ideas are harder to find when you’re overheated and hungry.

Here’s one for you. In the words of Marlene Menard, the mid-eighties East Village chanteuse and star of Tom Rubnitz‘s video short masterpiece, Chicken Elaine, “et voila, it’s easy and fancy.”

Fennel, Blood Orange and Hazlenut Salad

Ingredients

  • 1 large fennel bulb, thoroughly washed
  • 2 blood oranges, sliced
  • 1/2 cup whole raw hazelnuts
  • 1 tbsp extra virgin olive oil
  • 1–2 tbsp fresh squeezed lemon juice
  • 1/2 tsp sea salt

Cut fennel bulb in half and slice it super thin.

Supreme the oranges. (Supremeing an orange) If you are not concerned about the “ooh la la” you can peel them and slice then into thin discs. If you supremed them you can, take a full ballet style bow then cut them into bite sized pieces.

Toast the hazlenuts. Don’t roast ’em. Don’t burn ’em. Just toast ’em then chop ’em.

Dress everything with olive oil and lemon juice an sea salt.

Serve this alone or on top of some mildly flavored lettuce like one from the Butterhead family for example. Butterhead…relax!, it’s vegan.

Finito.

Hiding From the Heatwave

People are obviously not thinking clearly…unless this is a renegade Jo Shane work in which case it should be worshiped. Ave C and 14St. #jodshane #joshaneartist #assemblage
Writing. Bumps. Hasle. #bumps #hasle
I really don’t know how many times I have to say this..BUT – The answer line OPEN, PEOPLE! say it with me – Nyen One Sevin, three nyen seven, zero seven five nyen. please?
PS - they are now called "DONOTS." Dunkin' Donots.  hashtagnodonut #nodonut
Heatwave. Feels like one “o”four and God bless this skater on Canal Street who chose to wear his/her – sorry – “their” long sleeve turtleneck with striped gauntlets and black jeans with combat boots. Dedication. They drank a cup of water and rode away into the sizzling sleaze of a busy Canal Street while I sat sweating and sucking down a large iced tea – (NO DONUT.)
PS – they are now called DONOTS. Dunkin’ Donots. hashtagnodonut #nodonut
EXACTLY