Made in Tijuana in 1998, this velvet portrait suffers from an over prescription of Kitsch which causes the Carrott Top pumped-to-within-an-inch-of-bursting-his-skin steroidal physique rather than the normal man size of George Reeves who this is a portrait of. This plump-as-a-Thanksgiving-turkey Superman is more apt to pop some Creatine and protein powder than leap off a tall building where he’d most certainly sink like a rock.
Almost anything painted on velvet attains instant Kitsch status but when it’s the two most iconic figures of all time together on the same velvet stage, well, that’s the koolest kind o’ Kitsch kick possible. I don’t know who would open for who but it’s one koncert I’d kill to kome to, me who rarely sees live music though I guess in this case the live thing wouldn’t be a problem.
This is velvet painting royalty no matter how you kut the kake. I hate people who make everything kute by using the first letter of the word they’re spotlighting the same in every word, in this case Kitsch. Sorry, I can’t kurb my kumpulsion to komply in the kompany of such Kings..
Like the vaunted Poodle, the Clown is another species who attains almost instant Kitsch status just by existing. Especially if they’re made of a material other than paint, in this case mosaic tiles, the building block of Kitsch empires. The piled up cubed ham size red ones for the nose look like melting frozen raspberries while the iridescent tourq eyes stare right at you. The pink frame with the 3D happy faces, melted at the bottom as they were secured with hot melt glue, doesn’t hurt either.
In the 1970’s, more owls lived on wood paneled walls than in trees. The owl is clearly the National Bird in the state of Kitsch as flocks of them thrive in burnt metal, ceramic and the all important Hi Art of Kitsch, String Paintings. This one is especially fancy, incorporating mohair yarn as feathers and a driftwood perch.
String art kits are still available.
Here’s an especially slap happy string art guy.
Not sure what about “MG” inspired his or her initials to be painted on a roll of toilet paper but I’m elated that the artist known as “Ellen” squeezed the oils out for this masterpiece. Too many obvious jokes here so I’ll leave them up to you. Tho I must say the choice of dark brown for the background color is appropriate.
I especially love Poodle Boy’s Liza Minelli dayGlo green hair, his little paw hands and the way his angora-on-speed sweater reflects on his eyelids. Poodle Girl’s excellent 60’s Russ Meyer meets Charo hair, Angelyne lookalike vibe and dayGlo harlequin top more than make up for the fact that she’s painted so low on the canvas she has no hands, paws or whatever you call that body part on such a species. Not sure what the inspiration was for these weeping canine twinged youth but the fact that these velvet paintings are slightly common didn’t deter me from popping down the $1.25 it took to own the set as a great Kitsch collector should never pass up human subjects with snouts and whiskers.
This Friday night, Sept. 12th, Bubbles and I have a piece in the DOLLYPOP show at the World Of Wonder Storefront Gallery in Hollywood.
Featuring works that are a salute to the country and breast icon, Dolly Parton, whose musical (God help her) “9 to 5” opens in Los Angeles next week, my/our piece is a sensitive 3-dimensional portrayal of the songstress on stage with former paramour, Burt Reynolds.
To see how this piece went from an empty canvas to the anatomically endowed wonder that is the final painting go here.
Yours in Dolly and other big things,
Allee
