The original painting was described as being 16 feet high by 20 feet wide. My reproduction is only a one-twelfth scale version of the non-existent original.. I have neither the studio space to under-take a work of that size, nor any idea of where I'd display or store such an ambitious work. The original was sold for $50,000 to "The Mildred Barry Memorial Center for the Arts in Midland City, Indiana. I suppose I could attempt a full size reproduction of the work, if requested. I'd need to arrange a suitable work-space and the cost would be $50,000; just as it was in 1973, in keeping with the spirit of the original. As for THIS version. I'd sell it for a price proportionate to it's size. I'll allow you to do the math. I'll have more to say about this painting and the idea's that prompted it's creation in my blog, which you're invited to read by "clicking here." So it goes."
The Temptation of St. Anthony
#191002 Sateen-Dura-Luxe Acrylic & Vinyl on Canvas 16'x20'
The full title of this color-field abstract is "The Temptation of St. Anthony by Rabo Karabekian: An Homage to Kurt Vonnegut, Jr". That's a mouthful!!! I created this painting following the description, by Vonnegut of a painting in his 1973 novel, "Breakfast of Champions". The fictional work was created by fictional American artist Rabo Karabekian. Vonnegut is one of my favorite authors and in1987 he wrote the fictional autobiography of Rabo Karabekian, in his novel "Bluebeard". I highly recommend both works. I'll use Vonnegut's words to describe the painting.
...the picture your city owns shows everything about life which truly matters, with nothing left out. It is a picture of the awareness of every animal. It is the immaterial core of every animal–the ‘I am’ to which all messages are sent. It is all that is alive in any of us–in a mouse, in a deer, in a cocktail waitress. It is unwavering and pure, no matter what preposterous adventure may befall us. A sacred picture of Saint Anthony alone is one vertical, unwavering band of light. If a cockroach were near him, or a cocktail waitress, the picture would show two such bands of light. Our awareness is all that is alive and maybe sacred in any of us. Everything else about us is dead machinery.” (1)
(1) Vonnegut, Kurt. Breakfast of Champions. Delacortte Press. 1973