Had to open with that awesome clip of Be-Bop-A-Lula, but Jezebel is my favorite Gene track
With all the media buzz around Margaret Keane’s big eyed moppets that Tim Burton’s, Big Eyes, has generated, it seems a proper time to revisit a similarly critically maligned, yet wildly popular, artist whose work is as representative of the 50’s as Keane’s was of the 60’s, Vladimir Tretchikoff.
From it’s auction nearly two years ago…http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2013/mar/20/tretchikoff-chinese-girl-auction
Thanks to Flashin’ On The 70’s for a great profile!
Reproductions of paintings by Vladimir Tretchikoff might have hung high above the mantelpieces of countless 60s and 70s living rooms in the UK, but the art Establishment at the time rated them the lowest of the low: chocolate-box kitsch. One exception was art critic William Feaver who – mocking the art world’s predictable view of the Russian-born artist in a 1974 documentary – ironically described his most iconic, 1950 painting Chinese Girl, with its bluebottle-green face and glacé cherry-red lips, as ‘The most unpleasant work to be published in the 20th century. You’ve got flat form, hair that is not hair at all but is simply an opaque layer of dull and insipid paint. You have shoulders which have no substance, you have muzzy line work’. And, as we mentioned in…
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