This shit is unreal.

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Insane Clown Posse, “Miracles”

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Drawings of Civil War Generals, No. 1

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Drunk History: Frederick Douglass

Hark! A Vagrant is a comic blog written by Kate Beaton. I believe her to be the definitive cartoonist of our very age. The Wonder Woman comic above is nominated for something, I’m not sure what because I’m at work and can’t read all the text. Good luck, Kate!

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Wonder Woman, the Way She is

Mikaylah’s a 20 year-old Fjord member and the subject of Humble’s latest solo show. Here’s an interview she did for the art blog Privelidge House (great name) last year in which she says if she had to stare at any piece of art for a year it would be Herkules und die Lernäische Hydra by Gustave Moreau. This is her flickr.

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Mikaylah Bowman

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Ha Ha The French

I was just in the Bay Area visiting some family there. My Uncle Bob is an amazing painter, outstanding father figure and model citizen. I made him a website, which included photographing all the work he wanted included. Check it out and then send him fan mail.

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Uncle Bob

Something that’s going to bum my mother out when she gets the New York Times tomorrow: Robert Rauschenberg died on Monday, and for some reason we’re just finding out about it now… a whole two days later. 

I don’t have a whole lot of insight to add on this other than to say the most interesting thing I learned about Rauschenberg recently was that he and Jasper Johns were lovers on and off for the better part of forever, which, you know, makes a whole lot of sense. 

Also, he said once, “The artist’s job is to be a witness to his time in history,” which is pretty spot-on. Not sure he’s the first to have ever said that, though. I was.

Also worth nothing: doing a google search Rauschenberg pictures evently leads you to this guy’s myspace profile.

Here’s a whole slew of obituaries to read.

Robert Rauschenberg, American Artist, Dies at 82
Robert Rauschenberg, 82; influential artist mixed painting, sculpture and cast-off items
Obituary: Robert Rauschenberg

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Rauschenberg Died

The New Yorker came on Tuesday, and the first thing I opened to was this elaborate Mastercard ad, which I have since taken the time to remove, scan and post here. The first page reads “ARE YOU SEARCHING FOR THE PRICELESS THINGS IN LIFE?” and something to effect of “maybe it’s on the next page.” It then opens to a spread of this Julian Schnabel painting (self portrait?). The back of that has an envelope pasted to it, which is a chance to win a commissioned Schnabel painting of youself, which opens to reveal that, alas, you did not win but should check out the Mastercard website.

Schabel, I think, is the kind of postmodern painter who started painting in order to make millions of dollars anyway, so why the fuck this ridiculous credit card ad and promotion? Good for him. I can’t imagine how many other magazines they could possibly run this thing in that would reach people that would actually give a shit about it though. Artforum aaand that’s pretty much it.

Also, when I first wrote this post before the whole thing got lost when my browser crashed, I said some kind of insightful stuff about the art market, but now I’m just going to say that that it’s a good thing Schnabel’s tightened up his game since ’96 when he made Basquiat because that movie totally fucking sucked.

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Diving Bell, Butterfly, Mastercard

This is a story from the New York Times today that’s worth taking a look at. It’s written by an Iraqi sculptor and, not surprisingly, provides a new view of how terrifyingly dark and impossibly fucked up it is there.

So every time I pick up my pen and try to sketch, I find myself drawing scenes of death, and when I try to think of it as a way to let off steam a little, I start to feel pity for the person who is going to see it.

See?

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Art in Iraq (Updated)