The Art of Freeperville

Some of you may know that I hold a fine arts degree from a respected university, with a concentration in Painting and Art History. Certainly, the authority of my opinion goes unquestioned most of the time (which it should), and the scope and breadth of my knowledge of all things visually artistic is difficult to match. Perhaps Clement Greenburg or Robert Hughes come close. Perhaps not.

With this in mind, please join me on this journey of delight, reveling in what I call The Platinum Period: School of Freeperville ca. 2002-2004. These years were the pinnacle for Wingnut expression, and the art reflects a magical, almost giddy hopefulness.

The Platinum Period

This wonderful link was sent to me this morning by my brother, who enjoys his idle time browsing Free Republic to have a laugh or two while he sips his 10 A.M. latte. Like so much King Tut's tomb, we knew immediately we had discovered a virtual treasure trove within this seemingly innocent link. Here are a few of my favorites:

Sanguine Gore  Anonymous, ca. 2002

Holding aloft his Mini Ring Dings, Gore has the sweet expression of a gentle child, flanked by proud loving parental figures. Anonymous has conveyed perfectly the purity of his joy. The delicate subtlety of expression delights.

Ceci n'est pas un terroriste dans une pipe Rene Magritte, ca. 2002

Bold. In your face. Direct. Yet...mysterious. Confusing. Infuriating. Genius.

The Garden of Congressional Delights Anonymous, ca. 2004

Where to begin? The frenetic tone of this piece makes me want to lie down for a moment before continuing to look. It can only be absorbed in pieces at a time...a playful, peeping Barney Frank here, there a Charles Schumer beckoning you with his eyes like a lustful Goat-God. In the lower left Harry Reid turns away from the revelry, mournful. Why?

Send in the Clowns Anonymous, ca. 2004

This piece, with it's sleek lines and mid century sensibility, would be the perfect addition to any modern collection.

Blue Boy Anymous, ca. 2004

While some may argue that portraiture is irrelevant today, I believe otherwise. As evidenced here in this simple yet delightful piece, portraiture is still very effective in conveying the essence of the subject in a way that today's modern cameras are not. This anonymous Wingnut artist still holds tradition very close to his heart.

These are but a few of the pieces on display in the link above. No need to thank me, I only serve to enlighten and educate the public.