Word: vulgarizes
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...young Los Angeles artist Chris Burden, who had himself manacled to the floor of an open garage, between live wires and buckets of water, so that (in possibility) anyone who cared to might kick over the pails and electrocute the artist. The sight of such gratuitous risk is a vulgar frisson for the spectators, and unlikely to appeal to those who believe that art and life interact best at a distance from one another. At least the psychodramas of body art connote a desperate involvement that is missing from the other, and colder, latitudes of conceptualism. If conceptual art represents...
...passions, but as a private kingdom it can become a hotbed for neuroses; all men may be basically anarchistic, but even the worst society may answer the specific needs of a family. Of the Farm's Joey Robinson finally denies his mother's whims and sticks by his "vulgar" wife, who is able to cope with the broader urban tensions which his high-strung sensitivity and sheltered experience make untenable...
...Whiteside was written for me," said Welles. "They offered it to me first, but I didn't do it." Thirty-three years later, Welles finally agreed to star in an "updated" TV version. The critics' reactions were as waspish as anything Whiteside might offer: "heavy-handed," "vulgar," "disastrous." Said Welles, a little chastened: "I probably blew...
...Anshutz was not the only record. A cast of Frederic Remington's bronze Coming Through the Rye-a typical example of the vulgar, illustrative fist that Remington, artist laureate to the Wild West, brought to everything he touched-became the most expensive American sculpture in history, at $125,000. The previous record for an American watercolor ($36,000 for an Edward Hopper in 1970) was broken three times-by another Hopper, Light at Two Lights, at $50,000; a Winslow Homer, Adirondack Catch, at $37,500; and Charles Burchfield's Black Iron, which brought $65,000. That same...
...same: scenes of destruction and decadence, of incredible decor, exaggerated sentimentality, twisted passions and a non-stop dialogue of references to the terrors and joys of artistic fervor. But by now, this melange of heavy drama and unbroken noise-making is as old as Hollywood's infant epics. The vulgar baroque that once amazed, is muted in The Savage Messiah and serves only to exacerbate the bankruptcy of Russell's vision. He projects his messiah pose as a ploy to forestall criticism altogether. It is understandable for an artist to indulge privately the idea that art is the savior...