I dig the pink one. Silhouettes, particularly of the female form, appeal to me. I own this at 40x36: (my wife doesn't want it hung in the house - garage or shop is fine, she says) As to the blue one, I'd have to see it. I didn't grok Klein until I saw an IKB hanging in the SFMOMA. I must have stared at the thing for twenty minutes. That was his schtick - he ground his own paint that still resides outside the gamut of monitors and printing. I didn't buy an IKB of unknown provenance back in 2002 for, like, $12k. Last I saw, Kleins are in the tens of millions. It was probably a forgery but me and my friends would never know or care. Despite not having a fraction of that in available cash at the time, it remains a regret.
Yeah. I made mine for $30. And the color is strikingly accurate. Of course it's not as deep, but I guess that's kind of the point of this painting. I'm not that deep myself. I like the idea of making a copy of something that you have to see in real life to understand. Because you're almost never going to. You can look at pictures on the internet and the pictures side by side on the same monitor are different. So nobody knows if mine is close enough to the real thing. And that's awesome. Because functionally there is no real thing for most people.
The artist is a not great creator—Duchamp went shopping at a plumbing store. The artwork is not a special object—it was mass-produced in a factory. The experience of art is not exciting and ennobling—at best it is puzzling and mostly leaves one with a sense of distaste. But over and above that, Duchamp did not select just any ready-made object to display. In selecting the urinal, his message was clear: Art is something you piss on.
