Bobo Brooks has a few things to say about American art. (Not that anyone gives a fuck) One Nation, Under One Roof:
That's because around 1960 the art world and much of the intellectual world lost faith in the idea that history has a storyline and that America has a distinct role in it. This week, Blake Gopnik spoke for the art establishment in his review of the museums in The Washington Post, arguing that there is no essentially American culture — no transcendent thing we Americans share simply because we happen to inhabit the same nation-state.
So the artists have gone off to have a conversation about themselves.
Huh? I think Pearl hit him in the head too many times.
And today, when America is unpopular and the whole concept of Americanness is encrusted with clichés and conspiracy theories, they'll feel thrilled to get back and touch the real America, the real conversation, which has been so triumphantly presented in the old Patent Office Building in downtown D.C.
Perhaps we could all celebrate with a trip to Red Lobster. After we get through un-crusting our clichés.
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Picture of Maxx: blood pressure goes down.
BS from Bobo: blood pressure goes back up. You know what really pisses me off about that asshole is that he knows *exactly* how much he's pandering, and what the consequences are, and he does it anyway. The whole thing is just a big game to him. How can he sleep at night.
Excellent likeness of Bobo: I recognized him right away. There are so many mayonaisse sandwich Rethgs, sometimes i have trouble telling them apart.
Understanding, of course, that Bobo's definition of art begins with Norman Rockwell and ends with Thomas Kinkaide.
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