Sick Kitsch: More Than the Body in Question

My recent efforts in bibliolage have gone in the direction of Odd--that wild Norwegian painter, Odd Nerdrum--and in the process I became (or remain) Odd King.

For an intro to Mr. Odd, have a look at the Nerdrum Museum at:

See especially the page there called "What is Kitsch?" where you will get a grasp on the be-all and end-all of kitsch and take in the cornucopia of its effects (or is it cornucoprophilia?).

Mr. N has pondered this topic(his version of it) at least since 1998, but in 2011 he published a consummate study called Kitsch: More Than Art, co-written with Jan-Ove Tuv and others.

This became my domain of bibliolagic kitsch-consciousness.

Kitsch grows from figurative art in the hands of the deft and the blonde.

It's a mushy play for the art market dollar.

Odd and his kind know how to use soft-focus and soft-brain in a way that convinces the patron that the real thing has been seen.

It's the effect of life and idea and lovely form and, above all, profundity--all in heavy daubs of paint.

Nerdrum and Tuv notice this effect in a long lineage of artists--precursors--as well as in Odd and the work of his students. (Above is Andrew Wyeth--also see my Commedia dell'Arte of Andrew Wyeth.)

It's about how sentiment dresses the human form, telling stories of the BIG THINGS, like life and death. 

And I respect that.

Of course, one could call it sly or cynical or sick.

And I respect that.

I took the affront head on--with dead and diseased and sliced-up bodies.

Plasticination and medical illustration and anatomical simulations; these are all, surely, in the room with Mr. N's kitsch, and so I put them on his pages.

Cut close.

More on the creaky shelf.

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