MONDAY. OCTOBER 17, 2011. 3:29 PM
…they would groan at school. Is that so? Then why, when I look at a Chuck Close piece, do I feel like all my wild ideas are useless and just plain crazy in comparison to the mind-jarring, awe inspiring exactness his hyperrealist hand delivers? Not to undercut myself, but when I think about how much we all try to bring something new and exciting to the table, it’s comforting to realize that taking a step back with something so seemingly archaic and flaccid as portraiture carries great potential for newness.
I love Chuck Close. This makes me want to make portraits all day, sipping Arizona Green Tea from a plastic waffle cone cup with a straw, in my Canadian Tuxedo. But I digress. In this day and age, questionable; though, I would like some simplicity in life. Don’t you?
Big Self-Portrait, 1967-68.
Acrylic on canvas. 107 1/2 x 83 1/2 ” (273 cm x 212 cm). Walker Art Center, Minneapolis.
Close and my all-time favorite (for those of you that know. I mean, really know how I feel about all those Moneyball billboards).