I bid on this Bontecou etching on Ebay once. Alas, I didn't get to have it.

A little later in Ms. Bontecou's career and just as creepy as it was before.

Lee Bontecou made a name for herself in the 1950s by doing these big scary mixed media wall sculptures from canvas and found metal pieces.

Okay, Lee Bontecou, I've shown you some of her artwork a while ago in reference to how it affected my own pieces. It's interesting how many different styles she's had as she's been a serious artist since the 1950's.

One last Spencer Tunick, reminds me of the first one I saw with people lying in an alley near Pearl Paint when I worked there in the glory days.

More personal involvement than most of Spencer Tunick's group shots. Certainly more eye contact. In his second film Naked World, he travels the globe to take shots on every continent including Anartica, and it is worth renting the DVD to watch those nudes posing with the penguins.

Grand Central Station by Spencer Tunick. I have friend who's in there somewhere. I'd have been in there too if I had known about it in time.

More Spencer Tunick, taken some place in Ireland, same as yesterday. Love the harsh angles and rocks with the soft pink flesh of the humans.

The first of Spencer Tunick's films is Naked States. He travels the US to take a photo in each state, with very moving commentaries. My favorite image is of a very overweight woman with long curly hair posing on the rocks of the New Jersey side of the Hudson with the river and the World Trade towers in the background. She gets to feel pretty for the first time.

Love this, if I had a better printer, this is the Tunick I'd print for myself.

A more typical Tunick group image, shot in Ireland, using the human form abstractly. And if you go to his website, you can print any of these.

More Spencer Tunick, another Greenpeace glacier, amazingly cold feet.

This is from a series Mr. Tunick shot on a glacier for Greenpeace. Next I'll show you one of its companions that is the main page of his website, although I prefer this one. Imagine posing for this, laid out on that ice!

Originally I was going to start a series of posts about Lee Bontecou, but Jim Linderman mentioned Spencer Tunick in his blog and reminded me how much I like his work so I thought I'd show you why. He also made two really moving films about his process and people's ideas on nudity.

Okay, I take that back, Sparky falls under the corpulent category. But he is one of my favorite angels. Definitely my favorite of all my sculptures.

This is a rather bad image of the painting I did immediately after seeing the Jenny Saville exhibit at the Chelsea Gagosian gallery (which, if you are not familiar with it, is a monstrously huge space in a neighborhood of enormous old warehouse buildings). My first, and last, obese angel.

Alright, I get it, I've totally creeped you all out. Must be the mood I'm in, although I've been posting peaceful and serene images on my other blog site. So adieu to Ms. Saville, tomorrow I will show you something else.

Jenny Saville became famous about 10 years ago for doing these enormous self-portrait nudes. They were quite shocking because she depicted herself as grotesquely obese and her flesh would be pressed up against glass or seen from weird angles. Here is a photo of her, and she's not fat at all, at least not now. But neither is the nude I've selected here, really.

Grossed out yet? Really? I'm sorry. But once you get passed the subject matter, this is an amazing painting. Again, it's huge, and if you look a section of it, say between her lower eye and eyebrow, it's quite beautiful.

This painting, when I stood in front of it a few years ago made me cry. It was at least 10 feet high. The show was about brutality towards women. Some were figures, but most of it was heads that were morgue portraits.

Before I show you any more of my scary paintings, I want to show you my favorite artist who is alive today. Jenny Saville, brilliant, the girl can PAINT! Not only does she work this incredible images, they are beyond huge. Like ten or twenty feet. Prepare to have your socks knocked off.

Cosmo, one of my hand made paper pulp paintings. Post 9/11, done the winter after that event. Reminds me of the plume that rose that morning against the bluest sky when those towers fell. Sorry, I can't help myself.

Mad, mad, really mad, can you tell? This piece is titled Lucky, and when I did a Powerpoint presentation about the Angels for a web design class I was in, he sang opera. I should post it, anybody know how I can do it?

I was laid off today, in spite of closing $40,000 in sales in the last few weeks and taking deposits on $30,000 more. So, no need to continue posting about the art I was selling, let's go back my own work. I may do some repeats from very early posts for those who have yet to see them.

One last Hadjiganev post, but let's hope I continue to sell his work this week. He paints the same scene at different times of the day, or the year, and I think this is the same field in autumn and summer. Do you agree?

More Hadjiganev, this is the one we used for the exhibit postcard. Nice, reminds me of Cape Cod. My co-worker, sold the one I posted on Friday, my favorite, at the opening last night. But I trumped him by selling the one of the woman getting into the red bathtub which I posted last week.

This is my favorite of the new Hadjiganevs, again, not a great image of it. Met him today, nice enough man, but when he came into the kitchen while I was eating lunch looking for some wine, he got cranky because he had to drink it out of plastic because there were no glasses to be had.

Sorry, been out of the loop on this blog this last week, was too busy to do both of them. I sold this painting yesterday at the gallery, from the Hadjiganev work that just came in. Love it, but not a good image of it. Something very Zen about it. They also got a nice still life to go with it.