Showing posts with label wanker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wanker. Show all posts

Sunday, July 28

You’re A Wan*k%r

This is the second installment of the street posters that I did in 1995. This one incorporates some English slang, the word “wanker” which isn't a word that's used very much here and it's not really understood. Which is why I used it. The poster says, “you're a wanker. Yeah, yeah, yeah, And you're not alone either”....Dopey jerking off on what looks like a Tapies painting. And what I was saying in a very simple way was that Tapies, the famous Catalan painter, was a wanker. And so was everybody else here who paints and on top of that it is grammatically incorrect; literally translated wrong English syntax. It should have been written “Y tampoco estas solo”. That's what happens when you don’t have someone correct your grammar before you make a poster.

Thursday, July 25

Being an Artist is Easy

These posters from 1995. They went onto the streets of Barcelona back then. And now they are going to be put back up on the streets of Barcelona again after 30 years.  They are totally out of context, which makes them peculiar. It makes sense, and then it kind of doesn't. The address on the poster is for a building where I had my studio in the 90’s, but it was later torn down during the first property speculation bubble that burst in 2006. All the artists were thrown out, and the plan was to build a new apartment building, which never got built. It's now a community garden. If they had just left the building as it was, there’d one more place for artists to have studios. 

Anyway, I thought it would be funny to reintroduce them out of context. They maybe totally irrelevant. We’ll see.

Thursday, June 6

Dopey, L’il Abner and Daisy Mae


Wally Wood. Comic creator from the 50s. 
Untitled but self-explanatory: 200 × 150 cm, 79 × 59'', mixed media on Fabriano paper.  

Thursday, April 6

Mickey Mouse and Pluto

“Love's not Love”. GalerĂ­a Ester Montoriol, 2020. JUJA. Mickey Mouse doing it with Pluto. It’s Cupid’s fault. 

As vulgar as this seems, it's about the cupid.