David Barsalou, creator of the groundbreaking and exhaustive Deconstructing Lichtenstein project, wrote to point out another art swipe by Roy Lichtenstein that’s up for auction. I can see the whole room … and there’s nobody in it! is expected to fetch upwards of $45 million!
A gallery owner is quoted in the Bloomberg article at the link above, saying, “It epitomizes Roy’s use of irony, which is the most important theme throughout his work.” Irony, she says? It’s only ironic that the painting is worth so much money, because it’s a direct swipe from a Steve Roper comic strip panel drawn by William Overgard. Heck, it’s only 4×4 feet, and you’d think spending that much money would rate a wall-sized canvas.
Barsalou has some instructive links about the piece here and here. As you can see, the swipe was spotted by William Overgard, who wrote to Time magazine and asked, with some irony, “Very flattering…I think?” Not really. Notice how Lichtenstein changed the hand? Overgard’s original looks correct — you can tell it’s a thumb — but Roy got it wrong, so it looks like an index finger in the wrong place. Intentional artistic license? Nah, he couldn’t draw.
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With history or politics, ignorance is often the precondition of certainty. The less someone comprehends the world’s complexity, the more certain they are of their anemic ideas. Our current economic shambles has created a depressing amount of such lightless bluster. Each action the increasingly impotent Obama administration takes, or fails to take, is met by Tea Party denunciations of “socialism” or “Marxism.”
… and he ends with this equally biting comment.
Small-minded folks who assume that balancing a checkbook gives them insight into global financial systems will surely read Marx’s weak character as evidence that all of his ideas are fraudulent, if they bother to read the book at all.
Washburn’s blog has this video that offers an excellent and entertaining explanation of the big, sweeping changes in the world economy over the past 30+ years.
Like Karl Marx, Ayn Rand’s personal life was a mess, and in some ways it contradicted her political philosophy. Netflix Watch Instantly has Ayn Rand: In Her Own Words. I assume the producers of the documentary are adherents of Rand’s Objectivist ideas, but for myself the film validates my opinion that Rand was a romantic who couldn’t resist the lure of Hollywood, where she combined her hatred of the Soviets and Communism with her unshakable schoolgirl fantasy of the perfect man. Barbara Eden, of all people, has a telling anecdote about Ayn Rand. They both had lived, albeit years apart, in a Hollywood dormitory for women called the Studio Club:
In my day, over a hundred girls lived at the Studio Club. Each of us paid fourteen dollars a week for a room, a telephone answering service, a cleaner twice a week, and two meals a day (generally breakfast and dinner, because no one had time for lunch), at which we all ate home-style food served on a buffet in a large dining room where we could all meet and gossip. Ayn Rand, author of The Fountainhead, was one of the Studio Club’s earliest residents. Like many of us, she was so poor that she couldn’t afford to pay her rent, so a charitable benefactor donated fifty dollars. But instead of using the donation to pay her rent, Ayn promptly went out and splurged on a set of black lingerie.
Leigh, Wendy; Eden, Barbara (2011-04-05). Jeannie Out of the Bottle (Kindle Locations 595-604). Crown Archetype. Kindle Edition.
I got home from work, took a short nap, and when I woke up I learned that Steve Jobs had died. Jobs’ return to Apple was the all-time greatest corporate comeback. He not only saved the company from going under, Jobs revolutionized personal computing, as he had done before with the Mac, thanks in part to an inspirational kick from a visit to Xerox PARC. Steve Jobs was only six months older than me, and I didn’t need a further reminder of the passage of time, but I have one anyway.
Joe Staton and Mike Curtis are doing great work, making Dick Tracy a lot of fun to look at and read. I heartily recommended clicking here to go to the new team’s first installment in the series, back on March 14, then keep clicking and reading. Then I suggest paying a measly $12/year — $11.88, actually — to join GoComics as a paying subscriber. If you like comic strips it’s a real deal, and the best 99¢ a month you can spend.
