I’m doing a weekly feature on Pop Art for the Nu Romantics. Click to see past posts. This week is week no. 3 – Snap, Crackle, Art featuring the work of Sir Eduardo Paolozzi.
Yeah, it is the Fourth of July but since America certainly doesn’t deserve a Birthday this year I thought I’d keep the pop art cumming, spewing, frothing at the mouth even though it’s a holiday on paper for Americans which many Nu Romantics are although I’d dare them to explain basic US law to me. Anyways, I mean, what’s life without routine? What’s an MJ post without digression and misdirection. So last week was lips, I’ll include some $th (stet) of July lips for shits and giggles. Then, I’ll get into the murky alligator infested waters of Week Three featuring Eduardo Paolozzo (because why not feature a Brit who was born in Scotland of Italian parents on American Blow-Your-Fingers-Off-Your-Hand and Believe-some-BS-stories-about-Flagmaking Day).
Now personally, I find these Eduardo Paolozzi pieces eerily prophetic about the mess we are in right now in 2017 kind of at a halfway purgatory between cave paintings and technology. I mean, we have iPhones and NASA yet most people use their phones to read fake news and get their fifteen minutes of fame cut into 7 second bites they accrue daily and poor NASA just this week had to debunk an Alien Child Slave Colony on Mars. So, the more we’ve progressed, the more we are grunting and stenciling our names into the rock while not able to decipher shadow from corporeal reality.
Check out the artwork below and answer the three questions, if you feel daring, sexy, and a little lonely on the side:
- What do these pop art pieces speak to? Did Eduardo predict the world being owned and controlled by Amazon and other algorithms? Did he foresee our inability to discern truth from bullshit? As you know, the motto of 2017 is “Bullshit is Truth, Truth Bullshit”
- Do you like the art? What does it remind you of?
- Are these pieces romantic? sarcastic? or something else?
- Do you believe there’s a Child Slave Colony on Mars
PERSONAL SIDE NOTE: I get a kick out of indie authors bitching that Amazon didn’t approve a cover or something as if Amazon is a bunch of old ladies knitting around a campfire. The indie authors invariably get angry that “amazon didn’t even respond.” Like in the artwork of Paolozzi, the whole machine is run by algorithms and computers and patterns and patterns and patterns. If you ask me, wrestling with an algorithm is an exercise in futility.
FUN FACT: Like many Italians in English-speaking countries during WWII, Paolozzi was held at an internment camp.
Each piece is by Eduardo Paolozzi except the lips (unknown artist)