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23.8.04

as in, the other stolen painting. Which i think is far lovelier than the Scream. also, this person has generally good taste. but. why would you want to have the Scream on your wall? it's not pretty. it's not a happy painting. it's not even a sad painting. and it doesn't have any of the power of anger. it's panicky. if a stomach ulcer painted it would look like the Scream. all those angry, acidic reds. the person has such awful color, greenish and alien. people in blue coats, that look like policemen, advancing towards him - he's immediately far from sympathetic. everything is crooked and off-kilter - our antihero, here, is entirely astigmatic - but it doesn't make it abstract and cool; it makes it chaotic and destabilizing and sort of threateningly viral. if HIV painted. if Ebola painted. Killer flu. the guy looks like he's about to jump off that bridge. It's evocative, sure, but what kind of person deliberately hangs raw panic on the wall? what kind of atmosphere would you be trying to create? jeez, i'm never going to understand Type A's.

The Madonna, on the other hand, now that's something. if i was the mother of god (and of innumerable cults) that's sure what i'd look like. relaxed and sensual and just as evocative as the Scream, but full of peace and ease - she's not scratching her back, there, or showing off her tits; she's stretching. she's entirely unselfconscious, but she's dreamy. and with that little scarf around her hips, she could very well be into belly.

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