In the world of art, one might ask, is “a
urinal” art? After three years of debate, the answer comes back:
“Yes. It is. It is intended as art, it has an artistic premise, and it was
made by an artist. Voila! Art!”
But we’re not in the
so-called ‘Art World,’ we’re in the real world. We’re not
dealing with stinky urinals, we’re dealing with—well, ART. And
we’re not dealing with freaky turn-of-the-old-century Frenchmen with
attitudes, we’re dealing with Lee Pritsoulis, a 21st-Century fox.
Lee’s pieces definitely have an artistic premise, they were
intended as art, and they were made by (you guessed it!) an artist. The art he
shared with The People In Your Neighborhood is out of this
author’s sight, but not out of his mind.
If they were in sight, I
would be able to comment on the stylistic elements, the textures, the contours,
the abstraction, the story. But, alas, all I have to work with is my
memory—of the things I felt, of the way it was.
While gazing at the
wonders of Pritsoulis’ masterpieces, a sudden and obtrusive tightness
entered my heart and my trousers. A wind whispered in my ear, “Love! Hate!
Do What Is Appropriate!” And I knew the answer to the riddle of life.
Heaven and Hell opened their doors to me but I was too afraid to enter; too
afraid of what I’d learn about myself. Life was altered and I have since
decided that in order to be productive, I’ll need to re-invent the life I
lead; I will have to re-invent myself. And I know how! I will not be an art
critic. NO! That is for benign pussies. I will be a creator. I will be, as Mr.
Pritsoulis, a divinity, a muse, and a natural force which will leave a mark
upon the world for generations to come.
If you, too, are looking for
the answers to the questions the little voices in your head whisper to you,
then by all means, check out his ART! We thank you Mr. Pritsoulis. We all thank
you from the bottoms of our hearts to the epicenters of our psyches. |
Here, Brian Post sits under the warm and watchful
glow of Mr. Pritsoulis' Art. Do you see the love? |
