How Many Can You Name ?
In Brand New Paint Job (BNPJ), Rafman wraps totally banal consumer goods, like couches and laptops, in celebrated Modernist paintings. For example, he’s airbrushed a motorcycle with Barnett Newman’s abstract expressionist masterpiece, Who’s Afraid of Red Yellow and Blue. A rack of T-shirts and a clothing steamer are all covered in David Hockney’s iconic 1967 painting, A Big Splash. A jet ski hangs from the ceiling, coated in the deep ultramarine hue invented by Yves Klein in the 1940s. In one corner, Italian Futurist Umberto Buccioni seems to have gone wild, covering a couch, carpet, and vacuum in Cubist geometries. An XBOX racing cockpit, a camcorder, and a laptop are shrink wrapped in work by Keith Haring, Claude Flight, and Joaquin Garcia-Torres, respectively.
Before he was asked by American Medium to produce a gallery show, BNPJ was one of Rafman’s digital projects. Using simple 3-D texturing tools, he applied digital bitmap versions of the paintings to mundane objects downloaded from Google’s 3D Warehouse. With a single application of a bitmap, paintings that had been studied for decades, obsessed over, and bought for millions of dollars became part of Google’s vast database of shared models. With these physical recreations of his models, Rafman asks us to think about canonical art in the same way we think about mass-produced goods or open-source files.
Charles Paul Wilson III posted several Winnie the Pooh-inspired illustrations, including this take on Captain America #248.
British artist Joe Hill created the world’s largest and longest 3D anamorphic street painting in the Canary Wharf district of London back in November of 2011. The 12,490 square foot painting was sponsored by Reebok CrossFit and it took seven days to create it.
So, I had a wife, she looked beautiful, like you. Who tells me, I worry too much. Who tells me I ought to smile more. Who gambles and & gets in deep with the sharks.
One day they carve her face, and we have no money for surgeries, she can’t take it. I just want to see her smile again. I just want her to know that I don’t care about the scars.
So, I stick a razor in my mouth & do this to myself, & you know what? She can’t stand the sight of me! She leaves. Now I see the funny side.
Now I’m always smiling.
How it All Begin…