From the first time we saw them in 1962 at a Madison Avenue gallery in NYC, my best friend and I were repelled by the Keane paintings. To us, both 11th graders, they were the epitome of gimmickry and phoniness. We could hardly believe that they were actually being sold as art in New York City. The gallery also contained a bunch of works in progress, white canvasses with only the eyes painted in - the rest of the canvas thin outlines in charcoal. We made fun of them for years and even now at 66 the mention of Keane paintings brings on the laughs. For art's sake alone, I would say nix!
Keane Kids For Kids?
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