July 3, 2012

At the Painted Crackers Café...

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... come on, why didn't you think of making a painting of crackers?

(Here's the whole painting, "Metaphysical Interior with Biscuits" ("Interno metafisico con biscotti") by Giorgio de Chirico — at the Chazen Museum in Madison, Wisconsin.)

30 comments:

coketown said...

Isn't this the original painting of crackers?

Bob_R said...

The photo's kind of nice. How did the actual painting strike you? Paintings with little obvious brush work sometimes look better in photos.

ndspinelli said...

Just needs Warhol's Campbells soup.

Chip S. said...

Now this is a painted cracker.

coketown said...

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Scott said...

painted cracker at a Walmart too.

Geez, time to find some dinner. I'm out.

Chip Ahoy said...

That's what I made for dinner last night. It wasn't dinner, Persey, but more a significant snack at an odd hour when nobody in their right mind would be cooking, which didn't exclude me I went right ahead and made them.

Wanna see 'em? They belong in a cracker museum.

ndspinelli said...

ChipS, That's a Garage younger brother getting some shell casings for duck huntin'.

rhhardin said...

297. Of course, if water boils in a pot, steam comes out of the pot and also pictured steam come out of the pictured pot. But what if one insisted on saying that there must also be something boiling in the picture of the pot?

- Wittgenstein, Phil Inv

Jennifer Whatnot said...

Oh, come on! I can't be the only one who thought of the Ritz Cracker painting from the movie Regarding Henry...can I?

edutcher said...

Some painting.

You don't eat a naked Triscuit.

You have to put something on it.

Like cottage cheese.

Rusty said...

My undergraduate art professor had this thing for drawing macaroni.
McCahly was his name I think.

Lem the artificially intelligent said...

This picture reminds me of Tiny Furniture (2010)..

The movie is like a what-if-scenario of what-if Althouse had become an artist instead of a lawyer, stayed in NYC, instead of going to Wisconsin and had two daughters instead of two sons.

The movie is about one of the daughters.. coming back home after graduating.. its funny. I gave it four out of five.

warning.. some vocal fry.

cold pizza said...

crackers and oreos don't appreciate no art. -cp

traditionalguy said...

I am so offended. How unfeeling and insulting a display.

In 1965 the McPhail guy from Milwaukee came down to Atlanta with his also ran baseball team he called the Braves and replaced our 60 year love affair with the Atlanta Crackers who were an exciting championship team.

But we did come to like Hank Aaron.

KCFleming said...

Are the crackers gay?
Or are they haterz?

Without that essential info, the art cannot be judged.

KCFleming said...

If it were the Cracked Painters Cafe, the list would be pretty long.

Anonymous said...

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We will also unveil our theme song.

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Chip S. said...

the McPhail guy from Milwaukee

Bartholomay, I believe.

Lem the artificially intelligent said...

The Miami Marlins come back from a 11 to 4 deficit against the Milwaukee Brewers.. the Marlins are ahead 12 to 11 in the bottom of the 10th in Milwaukee.

The M's are wild.

ndspinelli said...

Aramis w/ a walk-off 2R bomb!!

Lem the artificially intelligent said...

The Brewers walk off with a 2 run homer in the bottom of the 10th.

Devastating loss for the Marlins after coming all the way back like that.

Btw.. Brawn, the juicer, not he shaver, had a three run home run in the game.

MadisonMan said...

But we did come to like Hank Aaron

He was my grandmother's favorite player, bar none.

Unknown said...

Those are not crackers. They are sweet hard biscuits, or cookies in American parlance.

Lem the artificially intelligent said...

First we had a painted house, then a painted cookie and now a painted cracker.

I don't know where I was going with that.

Dose of Sanity said...

Okay, am I the only one who looked at this and thought, "oh its the Tardis"?

A. Shmendrik said...

Whatever it was...they paid too much! The price is too damn high!

Anonymous said...

Next project: Piss Crackers.

Chip Ahoy said...

So there is a large stone container on the terrace planted with mint. The mint was growing nicely and I even used some. Comes in handy, having it out there. Then I go out to water them and the plants are stripped.

I examined the plants but saw no evidence of insects, aphids, spider mites, or the like.

Oh. I found a small caterpillar rolled up like a rolly polly so I tossed it over the railing.

Next day the mint plants are stripped worse, to the stalk. I looked again, thoroughly, but didn't see anything. So I made a plan to check at night. At night I found another caterpillar. A giant caterpillar. A big fat giant caterpillar that took on the aspect of being perturbed at having dinner disturbed. All squirmy and aggressive. And I thought, gee, a big fat juicy caterpillar like this ought to taste of mint innit so I ate it and now my breath is fresh with caterpillar minty goodness.

Lie. I tossed it over the rail like the first one.

But I was kind of curious about what that thing would have turned into. It was done eating by now, I think. Another plant or two couldn't hurt. But if after all that it turned into a moth I'd be bummed out about it not being a butterfly. Just as well it's dead.

Anonymous said...

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Hi. This painting looks cool. I never thought crackers would be this interesting.