Word: paint
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Returning to Manhattan loft life, Rauschenberg scoured the streets and junk shops for objects to add to his paintings. Stuffed roosters, pillows, Coke bottles, clocks and a telephone book popped out in his work. He even made his bed into a painting; having run out of canvas, he decided to paint on his quilt. "I just couldn't get the paint to overcome the geometric patterns of the quilt," explains the artist. "I decided I've got to admit it's a quilt." One admission led to another, so he added his pillow, and then some sheets...
...rococo rendering as in his Fantasy Portraits. Dating from the late 1760s, they are a series of 14 portraits of actual people in disguise-often in the ruffs and cuffs of the preceding century. His The Warrior is sterner than the rest, but still as theatrical as grease paint...
...Imagine a painter wants to paint a rather simple, ordinary landscape, say some cherry trees in blossom with leaves and grass and sky and a couple of little clouds and, to balance the sky, maybe a basketball court, and playing on the court are several nuns and one of the nuns is wearing an ape suit with long red fur and spangles-forget that. Now, to get the color of the blossoms, does he go out into the orchard and rip from the tree the blossom and bring it back with him to his atelier...
...wine, the camel dung, and so forth. All of these are reflected through the drop of honey and come back on to the blossom. Now, the artist works for years to get this exact color, and-marvelous to relate-he is able to. But does he paint that exact color? No. Because that is nature, and he is an artist. And to show this he paints it some other color, such as black, or orange, or blue...
...love one another," Vietnamese continued to roam the wreckage-littered streets, setting upon one another with bricks, bamboo rods, lead pipes, meat cleavers, nail-studded clubs, chains, truncheons, Molotov cocktails. The companions of one dead Buddhist dipped their hands in his blood, smeared it on their faces as war paint. A Catholic youth lay in a first-aid room, a hatchet protruding from his head...