Here’s a style which has a special place in my psyche, much like a grain of sand does in an oyster, the hyper-realist style.
I find it to be lurid. I suspect its honesty.
Any thoughts?
Here’s a style which has a special place in my psyche, much like a grain of sand does in an oyster, the hyper-realist style.
I find it to be lurid. I suspect its honesty.
Any thoughts?
It’s a virtuoso rendering of a photo framing in which the photographer has eschewed discretion or any sense of offering a view as an ethical act or an intimate unveiling. As a result, what has been made monumental through the painter’s art is not experienced as sublime, but as nauseating. Virtuosos cut loose from the concept of Vocation.
Well said, sir. I think you’ve hit the nail on the head, at least for me.