There are hardcore art world people who think he [Lichtenstein] was the greatest thing and that these guys weren’t real artists. If these guys were so bad, why was Lichtenstein copying them? And he really got lazy, by 1963-64 he was taking the image, tracing it, sticking it in a projector and painting it. And when that painting sells for millions of dollars, it just really bothers me that nothing is given to the original artists.
I don’t think a lot of people know he directly copied his paintings from comic panels. I know I for a long time though he was creating original work that merely emulated comic book styles in paint. But every single painting he did was a copy, and he is held in higher esteem than the artists he copied from.
Now I’m wondering how I always (like, even when I was little) knew he was copying panels directly. That’s…where the heck did I learn that? I grew up hating Lichtenstein for being a big ol’ copycat tracer.
I *still* dislike his art for not only being a bunch of art theft, but purposely draining away all the grace and emotion the originals had. Blah blah he was making a statement blah blah. He was doing was stealing work from less socially powerful people and then mocking it for the amusement of the more powerful, is what, and saying it was totally ok to profit from the work of people he was insulting.
I’m a big fan of derivative works- I will rant anyone’s ear off about the legitimacy of ‘fan’ art- and in general I’m all for the performance art of selling junk out of context to people who need to throw away money, but not when it involves dumping on other artists. That’s just mean.
…The Comics Alliance article is pretty cool though.
I know, I know, when someone runs up and says “I love your work!” your inclination is to mumble an apology for wasting their time with your crappy art, or to say “It’s not that great.”
This is not about you.
If somebody says “I love your art,” and you say “My art is awful,” then guess what? You just insulted them. You have told them, in effect, that what they love is crap and that they have poor taste. Clamp your teeth down on that urge, smile, and say “Thank you.” If you can’t think of a single other thing to say, I make you a gift of this phrase—”Thank you. You’re very kind.” Say this when you want to scream that you messed up the knees on the horse and the tail on the fox and the eyeballs on the woman. If you have to say it every single time, then do. You don’t have to believe it, you don’t have to jump on the table and say “That’s right, I’m AWESOME!”—