Hallucinogens and Other Drugs

I will neither confirm nor deny any drugs I may or may not have experimented with in the past. In the present, I find many intriguing and interesting, despite being unsure of the things they’ll do to an already over-active mind and imagination – but again will not admit what they are.


(This is your brain … on drugs. Does anyone else remember that PSA from the 1980s/1990s?)
Salvador Dalí, Eggs on the Plate without the Plate, 1932.
Oil on canvas, 60.3 x 41.9 cm.
The Dalí Museum, St Petersburg (Florida).

Whilst bad, and mind altering, sometimes forever, various drugs are at the very forefront of the entertainment industry. Walt and Jesse are nearly household names because of their mad skillz (I hope you heard that in Aaron Paul’s voice) as meth cooks on Breaking Bad. Mary Louise Parker has given so many of us a soft spot for the middle-class single mother that is forced to sling drugs in Weeds. The Wire took a groundbreaking look at inner-city dealings and addictions (on all sides of the spectrum). And, of course, whatever the heck V in True Blood is meant to mimic. Meanwhile, Lindsay Lohan and Charlie Sheen are in and out of trouble for cocaine use. Whitney Houston MAY have overdosed from prescription pills or crack. But, friends, where are the hallucinogens?!


Salvador Dalí, Soft Construction with Boiled Beans (Premonition of Civil War), 1936.
Oil on canvas, 99.9 x 100 cm.
Philadelphia Museum of Art, Philadelphia.

Reviewing Salvador Dalí’s work, every single time, without fail, makes me question what’s been slipped into my beverage (or brownies). The melting and sliding images of obscure sizes and shapes make my skin crawl in a way that only a proper hallucinogen can – or so I imagine. Not to mention his bizarre obsession with ants, which appear so innocent as they skitter across our counters and up our walls that we don’t take them very seriously, but really – why don’t we? I cannot delve further into their utter disregard for human space and existence for fear of not being able to sleep tonight. But know that I do not find them harmless.


Salvador Dalí, The Temptation of Saint Anthony, 1946.
Oil on canvas, 89.5 x 119.5.
Musées royaux des Beaux-Arts de Belgique, Brussels.

Dalí made it very clear: “I don’t do drugs. I am drugs.” And fine, I respect that. But wouldn’t you agree that being as full of yourself as he was, perhaps he was his own drug? A bit too much serotonin, dopamine, oxytocin, endorphins – simply too much everything? Get off of your ridiculously long-legged high horse, Dalí, and paint something the rest of us can relate to, you pompous, self-absorbed, egotistic maniac. Good day.

Feel like you’re on drugs without the terrible next-day comedown while getting your fill of melting clocks, long-legged horses, and women from behind at Le Centre Pompidou through 25 March. Bring my nightmares home with you in The Life and Masterworks of Salvador Dalí by Eric Shanes.

-Le Lorrain Andrews

American Pie

El Whitney Museum ha organizado una exposición titulada «... as apple pie» en la que la palabra que obviamente falta delante de los puntos suspensivos es «American». En ella reúnen obras de todos los artistas representativos (y representadores) del «American way of life», y si hay alguien que no podía faltar, ese es Jasper Johns (también conocido en ámbitos no artísticos como «el tipo que pinta banderas»).

Precursor del Pop Art, basa su arte en objetos cotidianos, por lo que, siendo estadounidense, no es de extrañar que su obra esté llena de referencias a esa cultura de la que, además, no podría ser mejor ejemplo: Nacido en un hogar roto, creció con diversos miembros de su familia en varios pueblos de la costa este para finalmente mudarse a Nueva York; allí se enroló en el ejército y cuando regresó a la Gran Manzana se involucró activamente en la vida artística de los 60. Ahora vive en Connecticut y tiene una propiedad en Saint Martin.


Jasper Johns, Flag (Bandera), 1954-1955.
Encáustica, óleo y sobre tela montado en contrachapado, tres paneles, 107,3 x 153,8 cm.
Museum of Modern Art, Nueva York.

La mayoría de sus obras reproducen emblemas nacionales, especialmente banderas y mapas, lo que podría hacer que nos planteáramos si es realmente un artista o un mero nacionalista pintor de iconos (cosa de lo que, seamos sinceros, todo europeo que se precie tacha a los americanos al menos una vez en su vida. Y no hablo de lo de «pintor de iconos», aunque también). Y es que en él se juntan dos de las grandes preguntas del siglo XX ¿Es el Pop Art realmente arte o sólo una panda de libertinos que, al amparo de la mayor libertad de los 60, aprovechó para hacer fortuna riéndose de todo el resto?


Jasper Johns, Map (Mapa), 1961.
Óleo sobre lienzo, 198,2 x 314,7 cm.
Museum of Modern Art, Nueva York.

La otra, si los americanos son nacionalistas o patriotas quedará en el aire durante mucho tiempo, pero igual puedes aclarar un poco tus ideas en la exposición del Whitney Museum, de duración indefinida, o te puedes llevar a casa parte de la esencia americana con este magnífico libro.

Re-learning Patriotism Through Jasper Johns

I will only admit this to a group of viral strangers once, and maybe this will cause outrage and disowning or maybe you’re sitting there nodding your head in disappointed agreement, but I’m originally from the USA. Not only do I despise calling it “the USA”, I’m also exhausted to the core of defending calling myself “American”. It is not my fault that my country never established some other name that could end in -ish, -i, -ese, -ian, -ic, etc., etc. Further, Canada = Canadians, Mexico = Mexicans, and don’t even get me started on the many, many countries within South and Central America that have their own suffixes.

Having been away from “my” country for a substantial period of time, I not only find myself relating less and less to my compatriots, I also quickly find myself exhausted with their behaviour, comments, arrogance, and ignorance. For much longer than I’ve been away, I’ve considered myself a citizen of the world; but the world’s other citizens never cease to remind me of my roots. Thanks for that; how dare I nearly forget?

And here we are, in the midst of the Olympics, and I’m supposed to inherently care about the US teams. Admittedly, I don’t care for the Olympics outside of a very few, select events in the first place, but I suppose it’s a nice time to show national pride, even when your country is already blamed for being entirely too nationalistic as it is. Just a reminder, friends: nationalism and patriotism are different. I’m happy to be United States-ish for all of the opportunities I am afforded (and therefore am patriotic); however, I do not dislike any other countries or their people for any reason, nor do I think my country is superior to others (and am, therefore, not nationalistic). Look it up.

Jasper Johns is a true vision of the USA: from a broken home, he grew up with a range of members of his extended family in various, small east-coast towns, eventually moving to New York before serving in the Army. He returned to New York after the Korean War and got heavily involved in the artistic scene of the 1960s. He now lives in Connecticut and also owns property in St Martin. Johns is best known for Flag:


Jasper Johns, Flag, 1954-1955.
Encaustic, oil, and collage on fabric mounted on plywood, three panels, 107.3 x 153.8 cm.
Museum of Modern Art, New York.

Most of his iconic work depicts national emblems, especially flags and maps. I almost need to look away in embarrassment of my near-shame of a country that he seems to admire and venerate. Maybe I should get myself to Connecticut and watch the Olympics with Johns; he may be my last hope at holding on to my motherland. This is my favourite of his:


Jasper Johns, Map, 1961.
Oil on canvas, 198.2 x 314.7 cm.
Museum of Modern Art, New York.

The Whitney Museum, a United States-ic museum of United States-ese art, is exhibiting strong United States-i artists and their strong patriotic images. Bake an apple pie and leave it to cool while you get yourself over there to restore your own patriotism. While you’re at it, check out a Yankee (or Mets if you must) game. For entertainment on the subway ride, be sure to procure this beautifully illustrated ebook: Jasper Johns.

-Le Lorrain Andrews