#AfternoonArtCritic

Wittgenstein's Monsterwittgensteinmonster
2025-09-28

(7/7 continued) - Alt-Text Desciptions + Hashtags

Black Hole – A dark ink wash portrait; a woman breathes out smoke or soul. The cosmos as shadow, skin, and silence.

The Means to an End – Five black cutouts in mid-motion across a gallery wall. Theatrical violence as staged truth.

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Wittgenstein's Monsterwittgensteinmonster
2025-09-23

I’ll be offline tomorrow.

If any of you want to carry the torch of Afternoon Art Critic—do it.
Snap a photo. Write a few words.
Tell us what it means.

This project was never mine.
It’s ours.
Like the murals. Like the masks. Like the movement.

✊🏽🎨🖋

Wittgenstein's Monsterwittgensteinmonster
2025-09-23

SNEAK PEEK: Tomorrow’s Afternoon Art Critic

We're heading to Chiapas.

Not to a museum — to a wall, a brush, a hand.
Zapatista muralism isn't decoration.
It's declaration.

"530 años y no nos conquistaron"
530 years and they didn't conquer us.
Because we exist through resistance.

Tomorrow: we talk revolutionary art that serves, teaches, defends.
🎨✊🏽🔥

A man with short gray hair and a red bandana around his neck paints a mural on wooden planks. The mural shows a stern-faced Zapatista woman with a red mask, long black hair, and black clothing with geometric patches. His shirt reads in Spanish: “530 años y no nos conquistaron / existimos porque resistimos / Alto a la guerra contra el EZLN, las comunidades zapatistas y comunidades del CNI-CIG.” The wall is raw wood, the ceiling tin, the mood serious and defiant.
Wittgenstein's Monsterwittgensteinmonster
2025-09-22

8. El Greco didn’t paint dogma.
He painted spiritual weather.
Storms of feeling. Clouds of doctrine.
The kind of art that doesn’t answer prayers — it repeats them back to you.
Bent. Blurred. Beautiful.


A dark, muted oil painting of a middle-aged man with a long, narrow face, pointed beard, and large, expressive eyes. He wears a black robe trimmed with fur and a white ruffled collar. The background is plain brown, emphasizing his intense, slightly sorrowful gaze. His skin is pale and angular, his features elongated — stylized in the signature manner of El Greco. The expression suggests quiet depth, as if he's been thinking for a very long time.
Wittgenstein's Monsterwittgensteinmonster
2025-09-22

🧵 Afternoon Art Critic: El Greco Edition

with your resident non-artist and non-critic
🎨 The Artist: El Greco
🎧 The Sound: It’s a Beautiful Place to Die – Water From Your Eyes
🍺 The Sip: Key West Pale Ale (tropical, haunted, going warm)

Wittgenstein's Monsterwittgensteinmonster
2025-09-21

We didn’t choose to disappear.
We were taught to survive by vanishing.

Bolin shows us what 28 Years Later barely whispers:
🧍 Collapse isn’t loud.
👻 It’s quiet.
🔍 And if you don’t look closely,
you’ll miss who disappeared.

That’s been Afternoon Art Critic.
See you in the margins.
🍹👤🎨

Wittgenstein's Monsterwittgensteinmonster
2025-09-21

3. Unify the Thought to Promote Education More

A wall of red characters.
“统一思想 宣传教育”
Unify the thought. Promote education.

Bolin becomes the message.
Eyes closed. Erased into the ideology.

The world in 28 Years Later is run on ghost rules.
Obedience outlives meaning.
We’re taught systems that can’t save us.

Still, we memorize them.
Because that’s what we were told survival was.

Liu Bolin stands in front of a concrete wall with large red Chinese characters promoting state ideology. His face and body are painted to blend perfectly with the text and surface, rendering him nearly invisible except for subtle outlines.
Wittgenstein's Monsterwittgensteinmonster
2025-09-21

2. Fade in Italy – Design. Fashion.

Shelves of colorful shoes and scarves.
Bolin fades in—part of the pattern, part of the sale.

This is consumer camouflage.
A ghost of taste.
Just like 28 Years Later, where the real story—growing up in the ruins—hides beneath spectacle.

We learned to blend in.
That’s how we survived.

Liu Bolin stands camouflaged in front of white shelving stacked with colorful shoes and scarves. His body is painted to match the background, making him nearly invisible—only faint shadows and outlines reveal his presence.
Wittgenstein's Monsterwittgensteinmonster
2025-09-21

🧵 Afternoon Art Critic: Liu Bolin x 28 Years Later

with your resident non-artist, non-critic

Today’s featured artist: Liu Bolin, the “invisible man.”
He paints himself into the world—vanishing into propaganda, commerce, cities, myths.

🎬 Sound: 28 Years Later (a slow apocalypse and a coming-of-age story camouflaged inside it)
🍹 Sip: Cuba Libre (because collapse tastes better with lime)

Let’s disappear together. 🎨

Wittgenstein's Monsterwittgensteinmonster
2025-09-18

That concludes this Afternoon Art Critic. I'm in Huntsville tonight for a family dinner at the Space Station — love and attention needed elsewhere.

Huge thanks again to Matt Snee for the trust, the art, and the texture.
Until next time 🖼️🧵💫

Wittgenstein's Monsterwittgensteinmonster
2025-09-18

Finished the final tale in The Mabinogion—Geraint and Enid.
The most straightforward of the bunch: less magic, more chivalry. Arthur shows up strong, and it’s long, but never dull.
Definitely felt some Orpheus & Eurydice vibes, a little Samson too.

Not my favorite, not my least. Just solid, noble storytelling. A fine end to this wild Welsh ride.
🌿🐉🛡️

Wittgenstein's Monsterwittgensteinmonster
2025-09-17

Artemisia didn’t just paint women.
She saw them.

With wrath. With grace. With light.

Raise a glass of sake.
Put on Precipice.
And remember what a woman can do.

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Wittgenstein's Monsterwittgensteinmonster
2025-09-04

Thanks for joining another Afternoon Art Critic 🖼️
Follow for daily doses of art, odd facts, stray jokes, and occasional sincerity.

Tomorrow? Who knows. Maybe Caravaggio. Maybe cartoons. Maybe chaos.

Wittgenstein's Monsterwittgensteinmonster
2025-09-04

🎨 Afternoon Art Critic
from your resident non-artist
posted daily—unless I forget
Today’s artist: Claude Monet
Because yesterday was so dower
(no offense, Basquiat—love you still)
The sip? Champagne, naturally.
Or dress it up with a sugar cube + bitters
if you’re over mimosas.
The sound? Cécile McLorin Salvant’s Mélusine
I don’t speak French.
But I am down for a folkloric concept album
about European myth.


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