Art is an undervalued endeavor -- it does not create algorithms to invest money, invent pharmaceuticals, or generally further business interests in any way. And so, when the young and ambitious set their sights on the humanities, parents get nervous and friends shake their heads, and the young and ambitious learn to eat ramen and wear black. Street cred is a necessity, but so are clothes that hold up to paint, chemicals, and infrequent laundering. It's pretty glamorous, the life of an artist is.
Photograph by Tracey Moffatt, via Emmas Designblogg
I have spent 15+ years slaving over a hot darkroom sink, many more poring over art books, and several years teaching, but I still can't get enough of the photographs that set me on the path to poverty in the first place. Once afflicted, there is no cure for what ails you, save to embrace the disease.
Photograph by Andres Serrano, via NYT
And as much as I enjoy just browsing images on the net, it warms my cold, dirty black heart even more to see some of my favorite artists in the homes of the rich and famous. Thank jeebus somebody can make a living off their work, because who else could inspire the young and ambitious to sacrifice wealth, hygiene, and nutrition, in the name of art?
Photos by Mark Shaw via Nate Berkus
Images by Rineke Dijkstra via Fox Mahem
Work by Adam Fuss via David Duncan Livingston
Image by Candida Hofer via Richard Powers
Image by William Eggleston in the home of Krysten Ritter
Photo by Thomas Struth (on the right) via Met Home
Photo by Gilbert and George via OWI
Photos by Steven Klein in the home of Nacho Figueras
I got a little obsessed while doing, ahem, "research" for this post, so I hope you won't be terribly disappointed if I hit you with a two-fer. Back on Monday with another roundup of not quite so epic proportions. In the meantime, I'm entertaining out of town guests, but Karly will be here to regale you with her always acerbic wit.
Have a great week!