It’s sad to see a truly great artistic vision thwarted. This could have been the next Jackson Pollock, if there was such a thing as a paint-by-numbers Pollock kit.
What’s the name of this pattern? “Camouflage for Covert Cocktail Bar Maneuvers”? “Winter in Miami (’86)”? “Dance Night at the Mycoplasm Mixer”? So many options. The overall effect is surrealist bird poop. Not really a sound artistic statement.
Note: The customer at right (below) is not to scale.
There’s kind of a landscape thing at work here, but if so, it’s not a place I want to visit. Any place with drifts of purple and pea-green smog over a brown-and-pink beach is not an ideal honeymoon destination.
Sadly, this is an unfinished masterpiece, we’ll never know how it ends. When I saw this in the store I somehow missed the slashes in the canvas. If there was some artistic rage involved, I wish they’d posted it to YouTube or something. “No, no, NO!!! That’s NOT it! I wanted ‘Twilight over Valles Mareneris‘, this is ‘Jersey Shore Mardi Gras.’ It’s TERRIBLE!!!” (takes a xacto knife from canvas. Wife pulls him away, looks at the ruined canvas.) “It’s okay. We can make it again. I’ll get a new canvas, new paints. It’s just a painting.” “No…I’ll never paint again. Never.”
Really, no big loss…
Goodwill on 2222 and Lamar, Austin