Perhaps you noticed a lack of attractive advertising above this post, like the one that led me to artist Tara Giannini. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Culture Pundits, that nice ad network, and I are no more. It’s not Culture Pundits, it’s me, there just wasn’t enough clicking…no doubt you’ve heard this before. You know, the conversation that started with, ‘We need to talk…’
Or perhaps you haven’t! Don’t get your feathers ruffled. There’s no reason anyone would ever say that to you, erm, I mean, your blog. It’s not personal. Remember, the sun’ll come out tomorrow. You’ve still got me, babe.
And I-iii-i will always lo-ove yo-ooooooooooooooooouuuuu!


Idiotically, I did not click on the ad. So I had to do some sleuthing to find artist Tara Giannini‘s
Based in Brooklyn, Giannini describes her work as exploring “the implications, limitations and individual perceptions of taste, beauty and excess in both art and culture, while simultaneously exploring my interests in overindulgence, visual complexity and ornamentation. It is a romantic and celebratory exploration into personal ideals of the beautiful, and the play that exists between the natural and the artificial.”
I love the thickness of the paint and lushness of the materials. While these works don’t quite have that creepy air of Victorian dolls, Giannini takes the same neo-Baroque, over the top aesthetic and pushes it until it’s on the cusp of breaking down. It’s interesting and sensual in an unpleasant way.