
We all have that friend we love to invite to our birthdays because he always come with an shocking present, a giant Scalextric, a human skull, or a disturbingly realistic dildo. For David Bowie, that friend is artist Tony Oursler.
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We all have that friend we love to invite to our birthdays because he always come with an shocking present, a giant Scalextric, a human skull, or a disturbingly realistic dildo. For David Bowie, that friend is artist Tony Oursler.
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“Where Are We Now” is the first single from “The Next Day,” David Bowie’s first studio album in 10 years, and the surreal pop star is breaking the silence with something memorable — a music video created by Tony Oursler, a British video and installation artist known for projecting body parts onto suspended spheres. It’s a match made in spacey art heaven.
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The next morning I took the T (aka, the trolley) into the city, and walked across the bridge to The Warhol. I love The Warhol. (Hate the NO PHOTOS policy though.) It never lets me down. Feels a bit like Mecca to me. Even when I know what’s on, I always come across surprises. The first one greeted me in the 1st floor museum intro room. For the first time, I saw the “Album of a Mat Queen” (1962), Warhol’s silkscreen of the writer and painter Rosalyn Drexler from her days as a professional wrestler. (SORRY. NO PHOTOS.) A huge fan of Drexler, I had only read about this image. This is standard operating procedure at The Warhol. Surprises from their deep collection around every corner. (SORRY. NO PHOTOS.)
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