Part of the search results show other gouaches by Stephanie, as well as things that look even less likely. Yeah, okay, go hump yourself Google Images and AI. You're quite bonkers. This painting does not look anything like that. Four hues are identical. And on that basis.
As I said, very irritating. Especially as I have never even been near Podunk.
Who the heck are any of these people?!?
As it turns out, several of my recent works posted here are identical to, or very much like, in the style of, or derivative. Famous obscure geniuses of note. Whom no one has ever heard of, deservedly, in certain styles.
Utilizing light and depth for atmosphere or something.
I paint what I see, child.
EXISTENTIAL ANGST, ANGULAR BEEFSTEAK
The picture above, made using the paint programme on my computer, photorealisticly represents a rectangular beefsteak hippity-hopping with gay abandon across the great American prairie on Nob Hill right outside my garret window. Okay? Nothing else.
I saw it precisely so while outside smoking my pipe.
Now, according to Google Images (quote):
"The work is likely by artist William Stanisich, who is known for his watercolors of natural scenes such as Land's End and Yosemite, focusing on specific light and idiosyncratic forms.
The artist often paints close-up views of nature, under the canopy, creating ambiguities of scale.
The painting captures a dynamic interplay between light and shadow, suggesting a natural environment like a rushing stream or dense foliage."
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That's certainly something. I'm sure you're right. Idiot.
Google Images additionally posted a link to ARTIST STATEMENT: Why a signature style? by William Stanisich, which is too long for me to casually read right now. But I'm sure it's very well-thought out and deeply felt, so I endorse it wholeheartedly. Wholeheartedly!
I am currently smoking flake in a Charatan from the pre-Lane period. Delicious. The legs in the title of this post refer to the meaty, meaty thighs so delightfully put down on canvas by Edgar Degas over a century ago in Paris as well as my own pedal appendages, which, having been on my feet all weekend, are making me rethink life, the universe, and everything. Particularly the right one. Which is possessed of an evil spirit.
Yesterday evening while taking public transit back to San Francisco after work it struck me, seeing the vacuous expressions on the faces of several other bus passengers, that many members of the modern generation are often ignorant, stupid, arrogant, and apathetic. And it reminded me of one of Edgar Degas' famous paintings, L'Absinthe, which shows a dreamily zotsed female with a vacant stare seated next to a dubious looking fellow smoking a pipe. And while I could perfectly visualize the image, particularly the hue of her drink, I for the life of me could not recall what that beverage OR the painting were called. A mental block.
The chemical compound thujone, active ingredient in absinthe, was no problem. It is also present in oregano, sage, and some members of the mint family. Knowing that was no help. Neither was knowing that it's distilled from wormwood, anise, and fennel.
The mind sometimes doesn't work in mysterious ways.
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