They’re controversial to some people because Koons designs them, and doesn’t make them or know how.
They’re high chrome stainless steel, with transparent color over it… so he has a workshop, with people who can fabricate steel.
Makes sense to me, anyway. He’s certainly not the only artist who ever did that, and even some of the old masters had workshops. Dress designers don’t hand stitch the garments they sell.
He did several of these balloon dogs in different colors. This looks yellow, but I think it may be the green one.
Another one, I think the orange, sold a while back at auction for almost sixty million dollars! It was the most or almost the most expensive piece by a living artist ever sold.
The Flying Wallendas, famous trapeze and tightrope artists, shown training their children, in 1947.
The kids grew up in the act, and performed stunts from an early age.
I guess keeping your kids 30 or 50 feet in the air is one way to make the family hang out together.
Two brothers and their baby sister, in Manhattan, in 1918.
(Pretty sure that number is written on the photo, not the baby’s swaddling.)
I just realized… My Dad was born in Brooklyn, in late 2017.
I have a feeling his parents were a bit better off…
But still… he was close to the same age as this baby girl, and they only lived a few miles apart.
It means nothing… even then there were millions of people in New York. But it’s still interesting to think about what the times were like, and wonder what was parallel.
Yes…. at that time he was about -99 years old, but he lived to be -8. Never quite got to his birth.
Actually my #$@ autocorrect (pardon my language) does that a lot, when I try to type dates over 100 years ago… I usually catch it… but… sigh… not always.
When I fill in birth dates on the audiometer software at work, I can type the last 2 digits, if the patient was born after 1950 and it will fill correctly with 19 or 20 as the first 2 digits. If the patient was born in 1945 and I type 45, I get 2045. Don’t know why the software insists on that one. I can understand if the patient is over 100 (and we do get a few) that the computer would be confused, but I would think that would be fixed by now.
My grandmother was born in 1898 and passed away in 1992. She used to get flyers from the credit union to come to the kid themed events because the computers would only register the last 2 digits. Mostly that got fixed in the great 2000 scare.
“La Truite au bleu” … 1952 Dorothea Tanning (1910-2012) – Oil on canvas
It’s usually titled in English, “Poached Trout”, but I think that misses what might be meant humorously.
La truite au blue is a French recipe (blue trout) that calls for cooking a very freshly caught trout, very quickly. If done properly, it’s supposed to curl… not necessarily straight up, but it might happen.
If it’s not just caught, it won’t curl.
In books it’s a fussy test of a restaurant or a kitchen, to see if the fish is fresh, and they know how to cook it.
It’s not actually blue like this, though.
I’ve never had it, or gone to that level of restaurant, but MFK Fisher and Julia Child have described it.
Meanwhile, Dorothea Tanning was an early surrealist. This is a later work, though.
Miss Cleo! Why didn’t you tell everybody I was on the way?
I thought you were supposed to be a seer.
Yeah right. You only see money and food… and the outfit and the accent are just props to help you get both… Well, really just money, cos that will buy the food.
Not that Claude and Clara don’t feed you… that lie won’t work, cos your waistline is an obvious tell
But they don’t buy you pizza twice a day, so you’re needy.
Oh… And let’s not forget your need for ammo, too.
So let’s get started…. Oh, I see you did. A bit has changed between panels 1 and 2. Nine bits, actually.
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Night on the town!
The Grande Dame presiding.
“Waiter, please tell the bartender to thank the Duke for me.
Most kind of him.
But I’m not that kind of girl.
And really… two olives? A bit gauche.”
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I was just going to ignore this one, cos it’s getting old.
But really, how can I ignore the Flephants and Marships?
Or the Parx Eeorahtlhaoo?
(I apologize for my spelling. That last word contains letters that my keyboard doesn’t.)
It’s still a shame… It could have been something useful.
Warships vs elephants? I missed that history lesson.
You can see it for yourself, right at 2E4-146 BC, along the path… A huge knight, riding an elephant, is brandishing a sword at some ships.
Thrilling to see history brought to life!
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Ooh, a Jeff Koons Balloon Dog!
I love them.
They’re controversial to some people because Koons designs them, and doesn’t make them or know how.
They’re high chrome stainless steel, with transparent color over it… so he has a workshop, with people who can fabricate steel.
Makes sense to me, anyway. He’s certainly not the only artist who ever did that, and even some of the old masters had workshops. Dress designers don’t hand stitch the garments they sell.
He did several of these balloon dogs in different colors. This looks yellow, but I think it may be the green one.
Another one, I think the orange, sold a while back at auction for almost sixty million dollars! It was the most or almost the most expensive piece by a living artist ever sold.
Really pissed off the Koons haters.
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Val Trompia, known as the Valley of the Lights, in Italy.
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This sounds like hogwash.
I think we were typing the same thing at the same time.
Great minds, as the expression goes…
Ours, too.
And when the information comes from this poster, it’s bull#$@!
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The Flying Wallendas, famous trapeze and tightrope artists, shown training their children, in 1947.
The kids grew up in the act, and performed stunts from an early age.
I guess keeping your kids 30 or 50 feet in the air is one way to make the family hang out together.
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I think there’s a fine for parking your fish too close to the building.
Waaay too close.
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this guy should have signed the declaration. of independence
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Two brothers and their baby sister, in Manhattan, in 1918.
(Pretty sure that number is written on the photo, not the baby’s swaddling.)
I just realized… My Dad was born in Brooklyn, in late 2017.
I have a feeling his parents were a bit better off…
But still… he was close to the same age as this baby girl, and they only lived a few miles apart.
It means nothing… even then there were millions of people in New York. But it’s still interesting to think about what the times were like, and wonder what was parallel.
Typo there – Your dad was born in 2017?
He was very advanced for his age….
LOL!
Yes…. at that time he was about -99 years old, but he lived to be -8. Never quite got to his birth.
Actually my #$@ autocorrect (pardon my language) does that a lot, when I try to type dates over 100 years ago… I usually catch it… but… sigh… not always.
When I fill in birth dates on the audiometer software at work, I can type the last 2 digits, if the patient was born after 1950 and it will fill correctly with 19 or 20 as the first 2 digits. If the patient was born in 1945 and I type 45, I get 2045. Don’t know why the software insists on that one. I can understand if the patient is over 100 (and we do get a few) that the computer would be confused, but I would think that would be fixed by now.
My grandmother was born in 1898 and passed away in 1992. She used to get flyers from the credit union to come to the kid themed events because the computers would only register the last 2 digits. Mostly that got fixed in the great 2000 scare.
Interesting that they’d think she was born 6 or 8 years in the future, though.
I can understand that if she were born in 1878 or 1888, a computer in 1992 would think she was 14, or 4… but 1998 hadn’t happened yet.
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Some people got all the way there :'(
:’o(
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“Niiicce kitty”
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Argyle!
Well done!
“We started marking out a baseball diamond and just couldn’t stop…”
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“La Truite au bleu” … 1952
Dorothea Tanning (1910-2012) – Oil on canvas
It’s usually titled in English, “Poached Trout”, but I think that misses what might be meant humorously.
La truite au blue is a French recipe (blue trout) that calls for cooking a very freshly caught trout, very quickly. If done properly, it’s supposed to curl… not necessarily straight up, but it might happen.
If it’s not just caught, it won’t curl.
In books it’s a fussy test of a restaurant or a kitchen, to see if the fish is fresh, and they know how to cook it.
It’s not actually blue like this, though.
I’ve never had it, or gone to that level of restaurant, but MFK Fisher and Julia Child have described it.
Meanwhile, Dorothea Tanning was an early surrealist. This is a later work, though.
“Forelle blau” is the name of the dish in German. Same meaning as the French one.
So who forgot the loaves?
I believe I have all nine. And now we wait.
Woohoo! ‼
Miss Cleo! Why didn’t you tell everybody I was on the way?
I thought you were supposed to be a seer.
Yeah right. You only see money and food… and the outfit and the accent are just props to help you get both… Well, really just money, cos that will buy the food.
Not that Claude and Clara don’t feed you… that lie won’t work, cos your waistline is an obvious tell
But they don’t buy you pizza twice a day, so you’re needy.
Oh… And let’s not forget your need for ammo, too.
So let’s get started…. Oh, I see you did. A bit has changed between panels 1 and 2. Nine bits, actually.
All your Cleopals can probably find them…
I found eight on the first try, went back for another look after reading all of today’s posts, and found the one I’d missed. So, nine 🙂
Yes!!!
‘Au fil de Loire’ (Along the Loire) by Patrick Commecy in Brives-Charensac, France.
Oh! I “liked” it last night, but didn’t really get it till now.
(I vaguely wondered why there was a bridge only visible “between the buildings.”)
What a beautiful job!
Anybody but me see a face on the left part?
I do.
Pallas’s Cat for Caturday.
Back atcha…..
Won’t Pallas be lonely without his cat?