Re: Rock star of the "art" world?

Re: Rock star of the "art" world?
Originally uploaded by Lucija K

That is both pathetic and hilarious. The real kicker is that his paintings
(if you can call 'em that) are bland dog shit. He paints martini olives
doing things like drinking martinis, swimming in martinis, gambling and
smoking cigars. There is even one adventurous olive that decided to become a
horse jockey. Wtf. Seriously, wtf. There is nothing whatsoever edgy or
"ROCkStAR"about his work. "Banal" would be a compliment. When viewing this
narcissistic clod's work, I view the creator as some Milquetoast-y Closeted
gay man living in rural North Dakota who has spent most of his hollow life
selling insurance & secretly painting these "daring" images in his basement.
After all, if it doesn't look like a Thomas *Kinkade, it must be deviant
art.*

Check it out for yourself.

http://www.michaelgodard.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=frontpage&Itemid=1

On Wed, Oct 1, 2008 at 10:46 AM, Lucija Kordic wrote:

> The trip to Kona has not been without it's oddities such as the scary
> leather faced fellow Samir and I saw first in 2005, seemingly missing from
> December's trip, but this guy wins. Wins over the machete wielding guy in
> Pahoa, the giant bare chested Hawaiian kid on a skateboard next to white
> sands, the filthy dreadlocked haole outside of Lava Java. First of all WHO
> is Michael Godard? And why is he the "rock star of the art world"? I had
> encountered the circa 1981 Motley Crue look a like, his lady friend, and
> another fellow while on my way to deliver sample decals to a couple of
> potentially new accounts. I thought "Hm, possibly lame metal band comes to
> play beach front restaurant", and yes that IS judgemental of me. And then,
> as I traversed further in a pair of Target sandals almost as uncomfortable
> as the days earlier experience ill fitting Crocs on a'a lava, I saw the
> attached poster outside of the leading edge of the art world--the Wyland
> Gallery--home to quaint underwater mystical seascapes and dolphin statues. I
> spotted a second banner proclaiming him "thme rock star of the art world".
> Now even I should have heard of this so called rock star either by my real
> artist friends ridiculing his stature or through other means. Out of
> curiousity, while taking a second walk in the uncomfortable Target sandals,
> I ventured into the gala reception while Samir waited for me outside. I saw
> a Utili-kilt clad artiste scribing his autograph to culture hungry girls and
> art not much like work I remember of The Pizz in the early 80s. Robert
> Williams as spiritual leader or Greg Dyer with a marketing department behind
> him only not as intriguing. The work was slightly Juxtapose-esque wrapped in
> a Tommy-Sixx in a Utili-kilt veneer...
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