Belongs on Black Velvet
That’s some right leg. I’d like to meet his tailor.
For this I left Paris? Picasso, Miro, Basquiat — lately I’ve seen a lot of paintings that don’t represent reality accurately, or at all. But none of it matched this.
Jon McNaughton is a Provo, Utah, artist who cranks out paintings of Trump that reach a level of flattery even Trump can love — Trump as Washington crossing the Delaware, for instance — that might qualify his work as absurdist. They’re basically political cartoons painted in a representational style, the better to bilk the rubes out of their scratch-off money. I’ve never seen him resort to Mannerism before, but check out Trump’s right leg in the painting.
The thigh alone is as long as Trump’s entire torso and head combined. From the knee down is just as elongated. The left leg is foreshortened, so it’s unclear whether the stilts are of equal length, but if Trump were as tall as McNaughton portrays he’d have to stoop to look Joel Embiid in the eye. Maybe his next portrait will be an El Greco-style Elvis.
Image reminds me that Trump once told the NYT that he played football at Fordham but there’s no evidence to support that claim.
It isn’t enough that Trump is seen “winning” but others need to be seen visibly losing. Both Obama and Mueller are splayed on the turf. There is some weird tiny dick psychology at work here.
Nice piece of artwork.
Eating Trump’s shit to own the libs.