The Gallery of Awful Art – The Velvet Elvis
I consider myself to have a pretty decent aesthetic. I can appreciate some fine art, and even own and display some in my apartment (generally photographs or collage/mixed media). But I have an unabashed love of really bad art. The bad art in my apartment outnumbers the more refined pieces (for the purpose of “my life”, I am considering pictures of gargoyles refined – they are French).
I feel like – hey, I don’t own the apartment and I don’t have young, impressionable kids to embarrass yet, so I am going to enjoy and indulge my love of awful art. One day, when I have a den or spare room, I will put it there (next to the taxidermy). Some will even go to spare bathrooms, but for now – the walls of my tiny apartment.
What is bad art? I suppose it could be badly drawn pictures, but I kind of consider it art that is earnestly created, but could either make your eyes bleed or make you wonder if I have also covered my couch in plastic. Bonus points for unicorns. Anything involving a clown, or someone with a glistening tear is bad art, except clowns will not be found in my apartment.
I will feature a piece of awful art in my apartment once a week. Consider this the opposite of dooce‘s Daily Style.
To kick it off, I want you to behold the jewel in my collection.
Behold – The Velvet Elvis!!!
I know. I will let you absorb that for a moment. It’s what you see when you first come to our apartment.
It’s the best of all worlds. It combines my love of Elvis, with the awesomely absurd. And speaking of absurd…
Our friend Abby gave us this painting, before we even moved out. It even came with the awesome frame. It was the first thing adorning the walls of our place, and it’s still my favorite. Frank gets really defensive when people make fun of it. It’s just that awesome.
Do you have anything in your home that just defies taste?