Kevorkian

                   

                                                           



As a painter and sculptor, I tell those who want to understand a piece of artwork, that they need to ask themselves what kind of person must the artist be to create what they created. The answer gives the viewer a peek into the artist's soul.

Botticelli painted sensuous, sweet women.  He liked women. Michaelangelo, on the other hand, liked men. His 'David', is a male beauty like no other. On the other hand, his paintings and sculptures of women are blocky, anatomically incorrect, and lifeless. He wasn't into women, not even as anatomical exercises. The artist Escher relished the technical aspects of both medium and content. For him, this was 'intellectual' work. He enjoyed puzzling out three dimensions on a two-dimensional surface. You'd never catch a man like Escher slipping into the liberated style of a DeKooning.

Jack Kevorkian is an active advocate of Euthanasia. On request, he goes to people's homes to help them along into their next world, whatever that is. I never gave a thought about what kind of person he might be. After all, I was in favor of euthanasia.  It was about time someone was doing something about it!

Then, in 2007, I ran across Kevorkian's paintings.  There wasn't a drop of compassion or warmth in them instead, there were amputations, lots of them, all oozing gore. Kevorkian is obsessed with death.  He relishes it.  He rolls it on his tongue and exudes it from the tip of his brush. 

I believe in euthanasia but I don't want anyone 'getting it off' on my demise.  When it's my time, Kevorkian is not the guy I'll call.

Jack Kevorkian died on June 3, 2011.

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