George Condo @Luhring Augustine531 W. 24th St. New York, New York 10011
what the christ.
Jesus, help me find my proper placeJesus, help me find my proper placeHelp me in my weakness'Cos I'm falling out of graceJesusJesus
And have yourself a Picasso Easter, bunnies.
Well it aint the Piss Christ but funny how it kinda looks like Eliot SpitzerLast time painter put up Condo I remember a virtual lovefest. Is there anyone that doesn't like him?
We need an updated 7 deadly sins for painting. Perhaps Roberta can issue them... since she covered the 7 for collections and installations already. Probably 3 or 4 in this one painting.
monsters are as easy as pattern and decoration - its a thought loop, or maybe even a "thought stopper," in the parlance of cult deprogrammers. SO in a sense its anti-intellectual or what we have here is a failure to communicate anything other than ambivalence, which is what Polke is supposed to toe the line of right and then hes so fucking influential you cant even turn around without getting dicked. I invented the dot. Whatever.
D Jes Did Jesus fart?Did Jesus fart in crowded rooms?If Jesus did fart in crowded rooms, were they divine farts,smelling far sweeter than any farts that had ever been fartedin the fart history of mankind?
The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want/He leadeth me like a lamb to the lips/of the valley of the shadow of death/I am His rod and His staff/I am His sceptre and shaft/and she is heaven and hell/at whose gates I ain't been delivered/but I'm'a give those gates a shove/oh, hard on for love :I don't believe in an interventionist God/But I know darling, that you do//But if I did, I would kneel down and ask him/Not to intervene, when he came at you
I guess George has his moments of faith, fleeting and inexplicable though they may be.
nipples for eyesbelly for noseloincloth buckteeth
* o * Death favours those that favour death o * Dream on 'til you can dream no more/for all our great plans, babe/will be dreams forevermore o * I'm a bad motherfucker don't you know/and I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get to one fat boy's asshole o * Far worse be Love's lover than the lover Love has scorned o * O the same God that abandoned her/has in turn abandoned me/and softenin' the turf with my tears/I dug a well of misery * Displeasing people keeps you awake with a good healthy fuck-you attitude
In 1999 Condo received an Academy Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters and in 2005 he received the Francis J. Greenberger Award. But he's always been 'Bad', right?An eye for an eyeStrictly tit for old tat
More than anything about this painting I really enjoy how the wood of the cross is painted.And speaking of... just for once Zip, get of the cross, somebody else needs the wood.
Im kinf of the hill, viewer. Or didnt you get that yet? WHen Im not cribbing idontbathes schtick or riffign offa the squares, Im pretty much going gaga for google and shit. I just found my pops recycling - bunch of cans of nutritious tube feeding slurry. Maybe i make some art out of it call it "lunch money" or some shit. Plenty of wood to go around or can't you see the trees for the forest? Vlad had it right - if you cant take the heat go back to turkey. What are you going to use for nails anyays? swizzle sticks?
O Zip a duden duden duden zip a duden day and shit.
hey he called you a square, cap.The background in this Condo is like a Beat Velasquez. Beautiful. Anywhere to see Condos on the west coast?
Dismas. Changes the whole thing for me. :-)Perhaps that gallery can also exhibit "Apple Cider Dismas" alongside this one.
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“How would you define the Birch fallacy?” Jay Hall asked.“The fallacy,” I said, “is the assumption that you can infer subjective intention from objective consequence: we lost China to the Communists, therefore the President of the United States and the Secretary of State wished China to go to the Communists.”“I like that,” Goldwater said.
yeah and don't follow the money, either
Great movie, happy ending: In The Good Thief, the film's narrative follows Bob from his state as a heroin-addicted loser to a miraculous transformation as he cleans up his act, and in what seems like an act of divine intervention, wins millions at a casino, and walks off triumphantly into the sunset with Anne, the beautiful prostitute/heroin-smoker he has protected and cared for.
and so q was he remembered or have we forgot.They say when we are born we forget everything, and when you die you remember......to turn out the lights.good night DLTBBB
And now the plot thickens. In order to avoid accidents coony old Antonio had had false bottoms put in his two valises as well as his trunk, and in the pocket of one of them he had stowed away the baggage-check and a sight draft for twenty-four hundred pounds. In the other were the family jewels—among them some formerly belonging to the Emperor Maximilian of Mexico.
Dismas! of course! That explains why I couldn’t make out the crown of thorns! I was thinking stylization, abstraction and the artist is such a slob. But Dismas is one part dismay and two parts Disney with about the same mass and almost no velocity when canonized. I think we played against St Dismas in hockey. He was a hit in the remake and got the girl or what he thought was the girl but turned out to be you know, really evil and that. But shits happens! There’s a divine plan and if you’re a doctor you’ll have the patience and sing along. Remember Barabbas? The Flyshit version from 61? The Mighty Quinn beats the rap on a plea bargain even though he is, like a sinner. And afterwards he feels bad, all the time! Big Dino was the producer and Jimmy Durante played Jesus and before they go to the Jewry Jimmy leans over and says “Look, I don’t want to seem like a sore loser Sundance, but if I go down for this, make sure this whole crew lose everything, right?” And Ernest Borgnine who is like Lucius Shepard or something says “It’ll be a pleasure”. And you know he is so cruel there ain’t no exodus from that brig.Anyway the end is beatific because you can’t actually kill him anyway cos he’s not really there on the physical plane, or maybe the picture plane, and “you’re only doing this to yourselves” type shit and you can bounce him from the tribe but when you’re right you’re right, right?Take me higher!
i saw there will be blood today. Now I get the whole milkshake thing and the false prophet line was pretty good - so i wish id made a jesus picture - good thing to wait till after the passion for a better movie to release that stuff - the soundtrack oftwbb made the movie pretty much - kind of a weird mix of jonathan bepler (whoever his influences are) and satie or some shit. I dont know - think of dead man with the neil young soundtrack.i drink your milkshake - kind of jungian in a sense.
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My Redeemer Investeth.
I like Condo in many ways. I like some of the the 'bad' characteristics of his painting,.. the characters are a little repetitive. I would like to see him push these a little farther in the 'good' way,. somehow maybe a mix between his muddier palette and something 'cleaner' (both at once on the same figure) well that is my fantasy condo painting (all of course based on looking at jpegs and magazines..)
is this still one of the antipods?i dunno man. in an age of appropriation/reference he used to be the guy who just went straight from the imagination. flat bizarre funny psychological, even cheesy. taking on icons is another thing for him u guess.did anyone ever see the condo painting doco by john mcnaughton kinda
Imagination is a trap I wouldnt sweat it - its been said that Condo has talent to burn, whatever that means - maybe that hes ethanol powered or something; talent to burn is like saying youve got life to live or food to eat. We're wasting daylight here condo. Speaking of condo's the ones on McKarren park in wburg should be going down in price or are they veblen goods like paintings and concept cars? Not all buildings are created equal - and since when is surrealism ok? Anyone doing cubism seriously and getting credit in painting class?And finally, is anyone talking about the whitney biennial as a force for anything other than keeping the pipeline open?
ExterminatorMm-hmm.You want I should spit right in your face?You want, hmm?You want? You want?I ran out.You ran out?Oh, that's nice.You ran out.It's impossible you run out.!What'd you do, eat the stuff?.The Chink shortchanged me.No "glot.
There’s a Kalm You-Tube on a Condo show where he falls to his knees sobbing and they bond over the East Village Scene from the early 80s, revel in his Excellency at ‘bad’ painting and dazzling eclecticism. Yeah George has it all, and it’s never enough.They used to say that about Clemente as well. “The guy has it ALL – talent to burn!”. Not only that, it turned out he had other people’s talent as well. That was the burn part I guess.In Condo’s caso I take it they mean he could draw, when contemporaries like Schnabel, Salle and Fischl could only schmooze. It’s not the same thing, although there’s a sense in which they both suck or burn. Could be a title for an essay on George of The Condo. The Schnab also used to pitch the “Picasso is still THE MAN” line, while George was working his way through Mirō knockoffs. It made a change from nominating Warhol, at least. But there’s also something safe about reruns, a convenient measure for ‘skill’. Skill – that’s where you have the master’s tricks down. But the real skill is in the kill – the breakout – the denial and dream run.KILL YR IDOLS!
It's funny.It's actual very funny what you just said. :03:44Ran out. :03:46They can either paint it, or draw it, or writeit down and then pass it on to somebody. :03:50They read what you're saying,and then they reexperience. :03:53That's the only connectionyou have with that, man. :03:55So you can't rewrite... :03:57'cause to rewrite is to deceive and lie...
gold is over a 1000 dollars an ounce. Dont panic people.
the picasso reference was appropriate.the price he paid for this canvas probably would've bought me 15. subtle, lucious spanish black tones ... i hope someone buys this.
Does Schnabel now say Spielberg is still the man?
Captain Hendry: Twenty thousand tons of steel is an awful lot of metal for an airplane.Carrington: It is for the sort of airplane we KNOW, Captain. Scotty: An intellectual carrot: the mind boggles!Scotty: Watch the skies!Scotty: I'm not going to tell you you're full of wild blueberry muffins, but I can assure you my readers will think so.
On You Tube The Schnab say "In Hollywood, money a form of censorship" or similar.You can't make films about certain things because they won't make enough money for the investors, according to THE MAN.The Schnab struggles on (sniff), his heart warming vision of the incredibly resourceful man/artist overcoming the system! nature! tough breaks! Someone Herzog me!And an utterly clichéd approach to narrative! character! acting! and the pictures you make them from!
OK so Michael Almereyda made me say that. He told me he had a gun in his pocket.You did too.Even when he's only house sitting, his mind is on Hollywood and condos. That look in his eyes! C'mon Mike, you're worth ten Schnabels and a Malibu condo!
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
If you eat those little prizes, and you save the Crackerjacks,If you really think they're ever gonna cut the income tax,You need an analyst,(You need) I need (he needs) we needEverybody needs an analyst.
All right, if the applicant is young, tell him he's too young. Old, too old. Fat, too fat. If the applicant then waits for three days without food, shelter, or encouragement he may then enter and begin his training.
The working title for Life of Brian was Jesus Christ: Lust for Glory.
To what end? Where does the book go from there? Well, he's instantly snapped up by the CIA, because prime numbers are very useful in cryptography. I haven't written much of it yet, though.
People should grow with their nails. Bedspreads are a thing of the past. Hotels still use them. Why is that? I have no idea? All I know is that no matter how expensive a room is, with or without a view, five star, lucky star, whatever, they aren't real. Well, Ok, I tucked into a dooner in one, but that was in MY DREAMS I'm not entirely sure what art should be focusing on dreaming. Art has to be about dooners. Reality is something like that. Hotels aren't the sponsors of dooners, because the air space in hotels is not sufficient to guarantee reign. So you get the rug with a bit of silk on the end of it, in the hope that no-one will figure it's not a retro thing it's just business, Mmmm silk on the cheeks.Boxers.
And oh yes, I said it: white preachers lie. In fact, they lie with a skill, fluidity, and precision unparalleled in the history of either preaching or lying, both of which histories stretch back a ways and have often overlapped. They lie every Sunday, as they talk about a Savior they have chosen to represent dishonestly as a white man, in every picture to be found of him in their tabernacles, every children's story book in their Sunday Schools, every Christmas card they'll send to relatives and friends this December. But to lie about Jesus, about the one they consider God--to bear false witness as to who this man was and what he looked like--is no cause for concern.
Jesus was a soul man
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He also chronicles his trip to the Philippines to be hung from a cross, an event that was recorded by a photographer and videographer and formed part of an art exhibition that was extensively covered by the news media in his home country.
The stress positions disclosed valuable information on the big picture plane. The Spanish Inquisition, up to Abu Ghraib was tortured by the prospect of doubt, dissent and duplicity. The empire struck black and blue at phantoms in the background noise, ingrained spirits and the abstractions of men, broke all the rules in the name of ruling, committed crimes in the name of justice, transgressed in the name of homeland.The jazz was in the followers, the settlers, the slaves to need and nomad’s land. The natives, un-nurtured, unconvertible and inconvenient are written out, masked and free-transformed, excised and exorcised. The big picture is in the re-painting, re-touching and slobbering preservation and patronage. Riffing on the virgin land, the vast bare expanse and the all white cast. Sketches of pain, drafts of darkness and a cartoon made in hell. The echo continues, when you listen for it, the bunnymen burn their crosses, dig for eggs.
First i'm gonna make itThen i'm gonna break itTill it falls apartHating all the fakingAnd shaking while you're breakingMy brittle heartBrittle heartBrittle heartAnd our little heartGoesBring on the new messiahWherever he may roamBring on the new messiahWherever he may roamBring on the new messiahWherever he may roamBring on the new messiahWherever he may roam
Rome is for Romans.
total art for nonemarginal feelings for anothergreatlossandanothergreatchainthe oldand the sickofgamebut the young, well.
that's my ringtone. gotta change it. too depressing... FateUp against your willThrough the thick and thinHe will wait untilYou give yourself to himWell, Jesus will be hereBe here soonhe's gonna cover us up with leavesWith a blanket from the moonWith a promise and a vowAnd a lullaby for my browJesus gonna be hereBe here soonBrightness as pure as December sunshineAnd like a girl Jesus she makes it mineWithout a doubt, puts herself down on the lineAnd like a girl Jesus she's undefinedLife without end, she ignores linear timeAnd like a girl Jesus she's doing fine.Jesus, Jesus, help me find my proper place;Jesus, Jesus help me find my proper place;Help me in my weakness 'cos Im falling out of grace;Jesus, Jesus
(We want to be freeWe want to be free to, to do what we want to doWe want to be free to ride, and[Yeah]We want to be free to ride our machines without being hassled by the man [Yeah, lean on him now]And we want to get loaded][Yeah])Jesus take me to a higher placeSliding in 'n' out of graceChrist - body and blood I craveSliding in 'n' out of grace, yeahCry for mercy, relieve my hateSliding in 'n' out of graceSpill my seed, suck my wasteSliding in 'n' out of graceOh God, how I love to hateSliding in 'n' out of graceSave me Lord, and fuck the raceSliding in 'n' out of graceYeah
That is the most immature thing I've ever read in my life. Jesus cares about everyone, you just have to accept him. And the song is about realizing your in the wrong, and being saved, and it just took someone hitting rock bottom to realize it. Grow up and read the Bible before you make an offensive comment like that.A turtle given a Christmas treat of Brussels sprouts caused a Boxing Day emergency when it set off an alarm at a sea life centre – by passing wind.Its bubbles in the water tank were sent up a tube to the surface, where they popped and splashed water on to a sensor.Marine biologist Sarah Leaney rushed to the 500,000 litre tank in Weymouth, Dorset, assuming it was overflowing.'Sprouts are a healthy Christmas treat for sea turtles,' she said. 'But they give similar side effects to those experienced by humans.'
i need a new ringtone. something that will make people think im really cool when they hear it. Suggestions?How bout Submission, can I get that?Im on a submarine mission for you babyI feel the way you were goingI picked you up on my tv-screenI feel your undercurrent flowingSubmission going down downDragging me down submissionI cant tell ya what Ive foundYouve got me pretty deep babyI cant figure out your watery loveI gotta solve your mysteryYour sitting it out in heaven aboveSubmission going down downDragging me down submissionI cant tell you what Ive foundFor theres a mysteryUnder the sea under a waterCome share it
A well-known scientist (some say it was Bertrand Russell) once gave a public lecture on astronomy. He described how the earth orbits around the sun and how the sun, in turn, orbits around the center of a vast collection of stars called our galaxy. At the end of the lecture, a little old lady at the back of the room got up and said: "What you have told us is rubbish. The world is really a flat plate supported on the back of a giant tortoise." The scientist gave a superior smile before replying, "What is the tortoise standing on?" "You're very clever, young man, very clever," said the old lady. "But it's turtles all the way down!"
It means, literally, a tiny world inside which a student can explore alternatives, test hypotheses, and discover facts that are true about that world. It differs from a simulation in that the student is encouraged to think about it as a "real" world, and not simply as a simulation of another world (for example, the one in which we physically move about in).A example of a very real problem in the State of Maine: how do different strains of bees cross-pollinate blueberry fields?
i love turtles, also frogs.right now i'm leaning towards coney island baby
Peace Sign Turns 50It started as a rallying image for the British anti-nuclear movement in the late ’50s and went on to become one of the world’s most instantly recognizable—and widely adopted—symbols. But did you know that the iconic peace sign was originally derived from the semaphore alphabet?
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For those of you interested in a video tour of the George Condo exhibition (with a warm-up by Joy Garett) check out: http://www.blip.tv/file/764417Enjoy JK
Joy's paintings look good, very sexy marks and color, kind of remind me 80's immendorf, very confidently put down with a sense of media immediateness... and thanks for the preview of god. I forgot they wore those white robes your way. Here god dresses uniqlo.
That really is some lame-ass wood.Braquesque styling would've been moreinteresting... If not for the fact that that stylewouldv'e been out-of-line with the Condo™ line.Gotta stick with the style-guide yo.Was this subcontracted in the South Korea studio?I will try to check it out before the tape-out.
I think Joy and Condo are in the sane territory with atmospheric effects and surface yexture repectively.Condo is featured inthe latest issue of Harpers magazine - along with abu gahraib type stuff.SPme good elementary film theory in the latest issue of the Believer, too - check out Zizek on the DVD - hes sort of doing his "Looking Awry" schtick. Gotta love the symbolic order.
ah I get it....Looking AskanceAs in lacan's depiction of theArago phenomenon...so we look at Christ,but really see the sinner.
Joy is in another division.
I doubt the mass of the cental figure. It feels flat. I prefer my forms sculptural, as if walking around them would make me see them in a new light. Instead I am left withthe impresion fromt he image on line here, that I am getting it. An dfurther, when I see the image reproduced mechanicly in a magazine, I get the feeling that the image itself is the important thing and not the surface or the ground, or the gallery or the price tag. In short, it is a sign of a sign. Why not add a few more and we can reference infinite regression as well? Freud's mirror stage and the staging of the real, prefereably on a patio with a bbbbbbqqq.From there we might say its referencing jasper johns in a photo studio backdrop kind of way. especially with the grey part in light of the current morbid show up at the met, which really sunk my battleship in it's onanistic eroticism. Give me a figure any day, - me I'm into Frank Frazetta or navajo rugs as the answer to the real.
It's Mad Magazine all the way.
This year's Hunky Jesus is a cutie
Signature apart - if you didn't know this was a Condo, could you tell just by looking at it?
The process he describes is one of query-based searches rather than data mining. ""We create models, and say 'these would be the observables'"" or behaviors that would be expected to flow from those models, Tether said. ""We then take that pattern to the databases, and see if that pattern exists.""
I thought the pinch-proportioned face was enough of a signature... ... Not a criticism...I'm comforted of havingthe ability to identify a Condothru the world wide web.
comixhttp://bblmedia.com/ugly_old_man.jpgZAP!Blow it up to 10,000 megaga million pixels using software and print it large.
Could we tell its a Condo, but of course. Condo paints faces that speak to him in the light of the imagination on a rainy day. Their bodies are weightless, so to speak, standing on two droplets of water to keep out the sun, to keep them afloat, to appear a little taller than they actually art.
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