I wish I had the original story for this set of images. Devaney was an art history professor that I loathed. She taught a freshman class that was a survey of “modern” art. Devaney fancied herself a formalist, and therefore, didn’t have to tell us anything interesting about the meaning or concept behind the art.
For the first month, I really tried to listen to this woman’s drivel — I tried to absorb what she was saying about perspective, lines, circles, etc. It was more like middle school art class than a college course on art history.
So at this point, I checked out. I made sure to bring a copy of the most recent Pitch to class so I would have something interesting to read. She didn’t care for that, though, so I turned to writing stories. The original story was a good three pages long, front and back. However, I have since lost the original and just remember the highlights.
Devaney is sucked into a Miro painting — at least I think it was a Miro. I haven’t been able to find the painting since, though I remember it vividly in my mind. However, given the fact I wasn’t paying attention in class at this point, I could have just dreamt it. It may have been Ernst, or some other artist she didn’t care for. Anyways…
Devaney is in a Miro painting. Along comes the bird, and more birds follow. She is tied to a stake at this point, and the birds peck at her, eating her flesh, all the while chriping “Blah-de-Blah! Blah-de-Blah!”. This is a long process, and it takes her a while to die.
When she enters her personal Hell, she watches the de Chirico train run over her father over and over again.
She didn’t enjoy de Chirico either. I really wish I could remember the rest of the story, because it cracked most of us up — well, those of us with a sick, sick sense of humor.
