I went to the opening Saturday night–along with what seemed like half of Manhattan. Honestly, it was so crowded when I arrived, around 7, that my friend and I perused the other galleries in the building, sampling their free wine and enjoying the breathing room, and then went back later when we could actually walk around and enjoy the art.
I am the furthest thing from an art critic, but as the cliche goes, I know what I like. And if I had thousands in spare cash lying around, one of the first things I’d spend it on would be this painting. Looks like someone beat me to it, though.
Instead, I’m making do with the Fables covers art book that my lovely friends gave me for Christmas. And I’m enjoying that artists from the comics world are getting larger recognition. I may know less than nothing about visual art, but you all know I hate elitism, and I’m sure you agree with me that artists in the comics world are as deserving of recognition as anyone else.
James Jean has done a clothing line for Prada already, and I wish him all the best in his continuing career. And I selfishly hope he won’t leave the comics world completely behind in his success.
Or that I’ll win the lottery, so I can afford one of those paintings and those Prada bags.