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the-cricket-chirps · 1 month

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Jacques Villon

Yvonne Duchamp de face

1913

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redacted-metallum · 3 months

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thoughts on Duchamp's Fountain (1917)?

My favorite part about it is that I don't even like it that much, but the fact that literally everybody lost their shit about it and lose their shit about it to this day is one of the funniest things about art and art history imo

Also multiple people have pissed in it. Which, genuinely, I think is what Duchamp would want.

Fountain (1917) is about finding beauty in everyday objects, it's about how the history of an artwork adds to its impact on the viewer, it's about being able to derail literally any conversation on what is "art", it's about pissing off fascists, it's about making you the viewer stop and consider what art truly is.

and, critically,

it's a fucking urinal on its side with the name R. Mutt and the year written on it.

(duchamp is, also, legitimately one of my favorite artists, up there with dali, varo, and magritte)

#revs thoughts #fountain #duchamp

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slack-wise · 1 month

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#François-Xavier Lalanne #François Xavier Lalanne #Francois Xavier Lalanne #Marcel Duchamp #Duchamp #hippo #hippos #hippopotamus #hippopotamuses #hippopotami #animals #bath #baths #bathtubs #objects #metal #metals #material #bronze

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squarehead333 · 5 months

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You don't argue with artists, you just say words, and they say words, and there is absolutely no connection. Absolutely none. Beautiful on both sides, full of new words and flourishing language and so forth, but no actual exchange and no understanding of the other one's ideas.

Marcel Duchamp, interviewed by Calvin Tomkins, 1964

#MarcelDuchamp #herecomethosetearsagain #art #Duchamp #CalvinTomkins #Calvin Tomkins #fallentreesbringrepercussions #Marcel Duchamp

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fourdramas · 8 months

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one of my guilty art pleasures is that i am kind of intrigued by the provocative artist Ibi-Pippi even though she is widely regarded to be part of a circle of right-wing artists in Denmark. she is probably most known - outside of Denmark - for a piece where she 'develops' the modification painting The Disquieting Duckling by Asger Jorn by entering the Jorn Museum in Silkeborg and drawing/gluing directly onto the canvas in the same manner as Jorn did when he first produced the art piece out of an pastoral painting.

the 'original' painting (modified only once), the disquieting duckling by asger jorn

she is now facing 1,5 years of unconditional imprisonment (which is a harsh sentence in Denmark) and the art piece is widely recognised as vandalism. however, I think this raises some interesting questions about what we regard as hard - how come that we celebrate Asger Jorn for 'détourning' a pastoral painting and exhibits his disquieting duckling but shun Ibi-Pippi for doing the same? it can be argued that the difference is that Jorn legally acquired his painting before modifying it whereas Ibi-Pippi went into a museum to make her art piece - but even though this certainly accounts for the legal side of the question (why only Ibi-Pippi has to go to jail) it doesn't explain why Ibi-Pippis painting is considered morally and aesthetically revolting.

the re-modified painting by ibi-pippi

another way to enquire is to say, well, Asger Jorn improved an otherwise boring painting that we did not consider to hold any special aesthetic value whereas Ibi-Pippi destroyed what we consider to be a masterpiece. However, not many people cared for The Disquieting Duckling before it got defaced so it's not so obvious what was really lost here - we have a lot of Jorn's other détournement pieces and the piece in question also still exists, albeit in a new form. it has probably lost monetary value but again, is this how we define art?

anyway, i think it's really interesting actually and i think it asks a lot of needed questions about what we see as art and what we doesn't see as art in a way that is still relevant and thought provoking. i think too often the question 'what is art?' is asked in a way that has now become un-interesting, by repeating what is basically just Duchamp's fountain. this is also a great piece and i think that it is extremely interesting that Ibi-Pippi is rarely being read in this tradition but is instead being continuously read in the tradition that is pure vandalism and destruction.

#detournement #asger jorn #ibi-pippi #provocative art #situationist international #art #what is art #duchamp #fountain #the disquieting ducking

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scottheim · 1 year

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I typed “Terrifier” into an AI generator, then paired it with the names of various artists. Here’s what I got. (1) Terrifier + Caravaggio. (2) Terrifier + Picasso. (3) Terrifier + Modigliani. (4) Terrifier + Basquait. (5) Terrifier + Kahlo. (6) Terrifier + Rembrandt. (7) Terrifier + Van Gogh. (8) Terrifier + Banksy. (9) Terrifier + Warhol. (10) Terrifier + Duchamp.

#terrifier #art the clown #van gogh #andy warhol #rembrandt #modigliani #caravaggio #basquiat #frida kahlo #banksy #terrifier 2 #picasso #duchamp

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gregdotorg · 3 months

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I thought maybe the reason these prints of Gerhard Richter overpainted photos didn't quite work was the size. But then I saw an incredible Man Ray print that's even smaller, and its physical presence made me realize I'd stood in front of it before, 14 years ago. So yeah, not the size.

images: a pile of test prints of Gerhard Richter overpainted photos, at full-size (4x6), but flat, and you can feel it; and Man Ray's Dust Breeding, 2.75 x 4.25 in., 1920 contact print which was in a show at MoMA in 2010 called The Original Copy, and which I think is the one I just saw at Glenstone this morning.

#gerhard richter #printed photos of overpainted photos #failed facsimile objects #man ray #duchamp #dust breeding #but it didn't have that title when this version was published in 1922 #glenstone

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unlithour · 3 months

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On Becoming Jaded

It's a funny thing, to wake up one day and realize that you are jaded. To wonder where it all went wrong. To suddenly feel fond of a urinal.

Then, I couldn't get enough art in my life. I was attending art university as a full time painting student, visiting galleries and museums, watching art house films, and haunting the art book aisle at Barnes & Noble.

Most importantly, I was making so much art that I didn't know what to do with it all. Hardly any of it was good, but it existed.

I watched as other students graduated only to get jobs as baristas and bartenders. So I moved from the East coast to the West coast and pursued a career as a tattooist. It took me about 8 years and a failed brick & mortar business to realize that was not my path.

That failure stopped me in my tracks. After that I half-heartedly attempted to start a small business consulting firm, which I also shut down. Somewhere along the way I lost myself and my self confidence in my art. I became jaded and began to languish in my regrets.

Now, it has been 9 years since I created a single piece of art.

Lying awake at night trying to puzzle out the origin of all this has not wrought any great epiphanies. I wonder if it was the traditional approach of my professors; the insistence that there was no place for illustrative or "low brow" style in the world of fine art. Or the curriculum-mandated "critiques" where my peers sat around my art in a semicircle and told me the ways in which I was insufficient. The gallery and the grant rejections. The incessant gatekeeping. The idea that the only way to become a truly phenomenal artist was to pick a thing and to do it over and over and over.

I actually had a professor that only painted brick walls. Literally, he spent years making paintings of brick walls. Were they the most realistic and beautifully textured bricks ever painted? Yes, they were. But the idea of committing so deeply to one thing horrified me. It still does. I imagined myself sitting in some sad studio apartment for decades perfecting my craft with my only hope for success being of the post-mortem type.

This is why, in traditional art schools, they harp on about the importance of archival materials. Preservation for posterity and what not. Because genuine greatness is ahead of its time and can take generations to be truly seen.

What originally drew me into art was Impressionism. The way Naples yellow could make clouds hanging over a sunset glow. The dashing of paintbrushes across a canvas which most mysteriously formed images. So, I was rather full of youthful disdain when I was exposed to modern art. If Andy Warhol painting cans of soup wasn't lazy enough, imagine my shock when I saw Duchamp's porcelain urinal on exhibit at the Tate Modern. I'd been drinking the kool-aid of artistic elitism and snidely thought to myself, " This is why modern art is not art."

Years later I read about photographer Alfred Stieglitz who wrote a rave review about the toilet saying, "The "Urinal" photograph is really quite a wonder—Everyone who has seen it thinks it beautiful—And it's true—it is. It has an oriental look about it—a cross between a Buddha and a Veiled Woman."

Despite Marcel Duchamp's "Fountain" originally being suppressed by galleries and receiving a number of scathing reviews, it still made it into the annals of art history.

These days Duchamp's urinal makes me smile on the inside, and I'm quite fond of it. There's no evidence to support this, but I like to think that it was his way of thumbing his nose at some dusty professor who told him he'd never make it.

From where I stand now, I feel a sort of camaraderie with the Dada and Fluxus artists. An understanding of the indeterminacy of art. A desire for anti-art. Maybe they too were disillusioned and jaded.

A fellow netizen wrote, "Becoming jaded is about trust. You became jaded when you discovered the world was not the place you trusted it to be." In that vein, I think I trusted that art gave my life meaning and without that I have no direction. I allowed my self perceived failures as an artist to deprive me of meaning and purpose.

I need to find my inspiration again. It may just lay hidden somewhere between Buddha and a veiled lady, behind an ordinary toilet.

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bconker · 4 months

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Duchamp, 1900.

#Duchamp

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embodiedlistening · 11 months

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Thinking about how space is organised around the body, the body moving through organised spaces, architecture and especially stairs. Came across a text on stairs that states:

"Blondel's formula is the only case in architecture where construction dimensions are directly and intrinsically related to human dimensions.

In the face of all artistic movements and independent of all technical progress, the proportions have remained a constant within the limits of measurement of the human body."

#blondel #stair #architecture #stairs #duchamp

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the-cricket-chirps · 1 month

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Jacques Villon

Portrait of Walter Pach

1932-47

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daily-spanish-word · 7 months

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shower la ducha

Imagine a victorian duchess taking a shower. She is very prudish, so doesn’t take her clothes off, which makes it a big hassle. It takes forever.

A new work in a modern art museum: an crappy, cheap, plastic, dirty shower cabin. It’s by Marcel Duchamp (remember his porcelain urinal?), so it IS art. The cabin actually still smells a bit.

It’s a Dutch shower. (whatever that might mean to you, use your imagination)

Does the room have a shower? ¿La habitación tiene ducha?

Picture by Lisby on Flickr

#shower #ducha #duchess #Duchamp #marcel duchamp #spanish #vocabulary #vocab #hint #mem #mnemonic #wotd #word of the day

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danielgianfranceschi · 7 months

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Time us out of joint

#art #abstractart #carol christian poell #ccp #artist #danielgianfranceschi #avantgarde #abstract #collaboration #paris #duchamp #ready made #marcel duchamp #fontana #lucio fontana

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cyberfgz · 2 years

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let’s talk about how poetic frenchie’s breakup with marc is. “SOME PEOPLE ARE ALLERGIC TO SHELLFISH. THEY GET A RASH, YES? WHEN I'M NEAR YOU, I BREAK OUT IN MISERY AND PAIN.”

#frenchie #jean paul duchamp #duchamp #marc spector #moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector fanart #khonshu #layla el faouly #mr knight #jed mackay #marc x layla #marcfrenchie

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satans-fluffer · 10 months

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The fifth piece from my first art show about trauma and life after. What do you call a crybaby who can’t stop complaining about ‘real art’ and where people piss? A PeeBrain.

#artists on tumblr #queer art #Duchamp #fountain

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redacted-metallum · 1 year

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Say what u will abt modern + postmodern art but the 1917 work Fountain by Duchamp is still funny and the fact a guy got banned from a museum forever for pissing in it is even funnier

Oh my god wait i googled it and MULTIPLE PEOPLE HAVE PISSED IN IT & GOTTEN BANNED FROM MUSEUMS that's AMAZING and I think it's what Duchamp wouldve wanted.

#revs thoughts #duchamp

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