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Maybe it's just me, but O'Donnell's daubs make me want to puke. --[[User:Jcowan|John Cowan]] 10:25, 27 Apr 2005 (EDT) | Maybe it's just me, but O'Donnell's daubs make me want to puke. --[[User:Jcowan|John Cowan]] 10:25, 27 Apr 2005 (EDT) | ||
| − | I must beg to differ with your so crudely stated opinion of quite possibly the best artist of our time. O'Donnell has time and again proved her mastery of the aesthetics and the techniques necessary in the act of creation. I presume that none of my fellow scholars would be among the ranks of those short-sighted critics who dismiss her work as 'pure plebian shock trollop,' because there is clearly so much more than the mere incongruency in her work. O'Donnell's paintings ''speak'' to the viewer, to the arbiterarity and precariousness of our times. Recall, for example, that beautiful work "Aelfant, Freege Horn and Luscious Pink Grapefruit Section, Still Bloody and Oozing." Have you ever seen such power, such pathos captured and transmuted so expressively by one artist's hands? --[[User:Lady Aleksandra Quininery|Lady Aleksandra | + | I must beg to differ with your so crudely stated opinion of quite possibly the best artist of our time. O'Donnell has time and again proved her mastery of the aesthetics and the techniques necessary in the act of creation. I presume that none of my fellow scholars would be among the ranks of those short-sighted critics who dismiss her work as 'pure plebian shock trollop,' because there is clearly so much more than the mere incongruency in her work. O'Donnell's paintings ''speak'' to the viewer, to the arbiterarity and precariousness of our times. Recall, for example, that beautiful work "Aelfant, Freege Horn and Luscious Pink Grapefruit Section, Still Bloody and Oozing." Have you ever seen such power, such pathos captured and transmuted so expressively by one artist's hands? --[[User:Lady Aleksandra Quininery|Lady Aleksandra]] 03:23, 28 Apr 2005 (EDT) |
Quite. --[[User:Jcowan|John Cowan]] 14:34, 28 Apr 2005 (EDT) | Quite. --[[User:Jcowan|John Cowan]] 14:34, 28 Apr 2005 (EDT) | ||
| − | My dear Lady, if you have paintings ''speaking'' to you, then might I recommend some [[Theoalchemy|theoalchemical]] remedies for your ailments? Surely you cannot expect us to believe that artwork can have a ''voice''? This is sheer madness! Then again, I suppose if a disease such as [[Zygotic Dermatosis]] is in | + | My dear Lady, if you have paintings ''speaking'' to you, then might I recommend some [[Theoalchemy|theoalchemical]] remedies for your ailments? Surely you cannot expect us to believe that artwork can have a ''voice''? This is sheer madness! Then again, I suppose if a disease such as [[Zygotic Dermatosis]] is in existence, quite anything is possible. Still, I would hope that you are not quite serious about talking paintings. --[[User:Undrhil|Trousle Undrhil]] 18:46, 28 Apr 2005 (EDT) |
Once again I am saddened by the lack of artistic appreciation which fills my fellow scholars. How can you not know how it feels when a piece of art reaches out and touches your very soul with its many-colored tentacles of inspiration and understanding? We must always remember that no matter how much dry knowledge we accumulate, no matter how many luminous pages we fill with our droning, it is all dead and in vain if we do not allow beauty spirit and soul to touch our hearts and other internal organs. Anyone so spiritually dead that they have never been moved, or at least nudged, by the art of the likes of O'Donnell should not be allowed to call themselves men (or women) of Knowledge. --[[User:Lankin|Lankin the Mad Mage]] 22:27, 28 Apr 2005 (EDT) | Once again I am saddened by the lack of artistic appreciation which fills my fellow scholars. How can you not know how it feels when a piece of art reaches out and touches your very soul with its many-colored tentacles of inspiration and understanding? We must always remember that no matter how much dry knowledge we accumulate, no matter how many luminous pages we fill with our droning, it is all dead and in vain if we do not allow beauty spirit and soul to touch our hearts and other internal organs. Anyone so spiritually dead that they have never been moved, or at least nudged, by the art of the likes of O'Donnell should not be allowed to call themselves men (or women) of Knowledge. --[[User:Lankin|Lankin the Mad Mage]] 22:27, 28 Apr 2005 (EDT) | ||
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I admit to sitting in the lunchroom of the Zaprosingfrink Gallery during my research for this article and relaxedly contemplating the amusing color juxtaposed against the geometric shape of the condiment packet on the table. I then realized that it was time for my medication and so took my pill before completing the tour. The tour guide was quick to point out that the [[Pyxie]]s were, in fact, not there but that the stuffed [[Tuckarando]] that I was attempting to feed, was. This led me to question whether I should ever trust the hoods who loiter on the corner of my block to go and fill my prescription ever again. In this regard, art has enriched my life tremendously. --[[User:DrAckroyd|Dr. H. L. Ackroyd]] 22:52, 28 Apr 2005 (EDT) | I admit to sitting in the lunchroom of the Zaprosingfrink Gallery during my research for this article and relaxedly contemplating the amusing color juxtaposed against the geometric shape of the condiment packet on the table. I then realized that it was time for my medication and so took my pill before completing the tour. The tour guide was quick to point out that the [[Pyxie]]s were, in fact, not there but that the stuffed [[Tuckarando]] that I was attempting to feed, was. This led me to question whether I should ever trust the hoods who loiter on the corner of my block to go and fill my prescription ever again. In this regard, art has enriched my life tremendously. --[[User:DrAckroyd|Dr. H. L. Ackroyd]] 22:52, 28 Apr 2005 (EDT) | ||
| − | + | All right, I shall withdraw my previous drivel. I suppose it's no use to try to claim it as humor. Someone who has been touched by an immobile object lacking any sort of appendages probably wouldn't understand the humor in my comments, in any case. Although, I must admit that I too am on ''special medication'' part of the time and I do blank out when I am on this medication. I have been told of some exploits, which shall remain unpublished, in which I would probably have talked to [[Aelfants]] had I seen any. --[[User:Undrhil|Trousle Undrhil]] 00:43, 29 Apr 2005 (EDT) | |
Latest revision as of 14:54, 13 June 2005
Alarius' most celebrated work is the fresco at the Palace of Lost Souls, but his other works are also well known and on display in the Zaprosingfrink Gallery in Threel.
While Alarius isn't the only artist represented there, he is certainly one of the best known. This in no way diminishes the accomplishments of the Nitenmangrey Master Semolina Pilchard or the subtle color stylings of Prudence, both of whom are featured in the gallery. Other artists of note include Lucy O'Donnell, whose experiments in incongruent imagery have made her artwork highly prized among the vlorm-smoking populace, who claim that the experience is enhanced by contemplating the colorful doodles.
The Zaprosingfrink Gallery is open on odd dates in even numbered months and even dates in odd numbered months from sunrise until they have had 14 visitors, whereupon it is closed for precisely 70 minutes and then reopened until Perkyrise.
--Dr. H. L. Ackroyd 15:32, 22 Apr 2005 (EDT)
Citations: Alarius, Palace of Lost Souls, Perky.
Maybe it's just me, but O'Donnell's daubs make me want to puke. --John Cowan 10:25, 27 Apr 2005 (EDT)
I must beg to differ with your so crudely stated opinion of quite possibly the best artist of our time. O'Donnell has time and again proved her mastery of the aesthetics and the techniques necessary in the act of creation. I presume that none of my fellow scholars would be among the ranks of those short-sighted critics who dismiss her work as 'pure plebian shock trollop,' because there is clearly so much more than the mere incongruency in her work. O'Donnell's paintings speak to the viewer, to the arbiterarity and precariousness of our times. Recall, for example, that beautiful work "Aelfant, Freege Horn and Luscious Pink Grapefruit Section, Still Bloody and Oozing." Have you ever seen such power, such pathos captured and transmuted so expressively by one artist's hands? --Lady Aleksandra 03:23, 28 Apr 2005 (EDT)
Quite. --John Cowan 14:34, 28 Apr 2005 (EDT)
My dear Lady, if you have paintings speaking to you, then might I recommend some theoalchemical remedies for your ailments? Surely you cannot expect us to believe that artwork can have a voice? This is sheer madness! Then again, I suppose if a disease such as Zygotic Dermatosis is in existence, quite anything is possible. Still, I would hope that you are not quite serious about talking paintings. --Trousle Undrhil 18:46, 28 Apr 2005 (EDT)
Once again I am saddened by the lack of artistic appreciation which fills my fellow scholars. How can you not know how it feels when a piece of art reaches out and touches your very soul with its many-colored tentacles of inspiration and understanding? We must always remember that no matter how much dry knowledge we accumulate, no matter how many luminous pages we fill with our droning, it is all dead and in vain if we do not allow beauty spirit and soul to touch our hearts and other internal organs. Anyone so spiritually dead that they have never been moved, or at least nudged, by the art of the likes of O'Donnell should not be allowed to call themselves men (or women) of Knowledge. --Lankin the Mad Mage 22:27, 28 Apr 2005 (EDT)
I admit to sitting in the lunchroom of the Zaprosingfrink Gallery during my research for this article and relaxedly contemplating the amusing color juxtaposed against the geometric shape of the condiment packet on the table. I then realized that it was time for my medication and so took my pill before completing the tour. The tour guide was quick to point out that the Pyxies were, in fact, not there but that the stuffed Tuckarando that I was attempting to feed, was. This led me to question whether I should ever trust the hoods who loiter on the corner of my block to go and fill my prescription ever again. In this regard, art has enriched my life tremendously. --Dr. H. L. Ackroyd 22:52, 28 Apr 2005 (EDT)
All right, I shall withdraw my previous drivel. I suppose it's no use to try to claim it as humor. Someone who has been touched by an immobile object lacking any sort of appendages probably wouldn't understand the humor in my comments, in any case. Although, I must admit that I too am on special medication part of the time and I do blank out when I am on this medication. I have been told of some exploits, which shall remain unpublished, in which I would probably have talked to Aelfants had I seen any. --Trousle Undrhil 00:43, 29 Apr 2005 (EDT)
