Metal straw? Oh, right.

Hunter Biden Prepares for His First Solo Art Show Amid Ongoing DOJ Investigation

Hunter Biden now has not only a Department of Justice investigation into his taxes to contend with, but also his first solo art show to prepare for next year.

The president-elect’s son is reportedly in the midst of signing a deal to be represented as an artist by Georges Bergès Gallery in New York City with a solo exhibition in the works for next year, according to sources who spoke to Page Six. In February, Biden first revealed his artistic aspirations to The New York Times, confessing during a conversation with the outlet that painting “is literally keeping me sane. For years I wouldn’t call myself an artist. Now I feel comfortable saying it.”

The venture capitalist turned artist, whose studio is in the pool house of his Hollywood Hills home, creates his work with a metal straw he uses to blow alcohol ink onto Japanese Yupo paper, creating abstract layers of colors and concentric circles. Painting “puts my energy toward something positive,” Biden explained. “It keeps me away from people and places where I shouldn’t be.” He also added, “The one thing I have left is my art. It’s the one thing they can’t take away from me or conflate with anything else.”

 

Ink on Yupo paper title: “Herpes Simplex 3, But, Like, In Space”


 

I don’t expect to like any of the books they would choose, but I was surprised how many of the authors I wanted to hunt for sport.

The A.V. Club’s 15 favorite books of 2020

Books that interrogate broad societal concerns like climate change, immigration, and right-wing extremism, and those that examine grief, nostalgia, and personhood within single individuals.

OMG, you suck!


It began as art therapy in rehab, but now it’s a great money-laundering scheme.

Embroidered work shirt and chocolate cords. Every bit the starving artist in his multi-million dollar Hollywood Hills mansion.


 

A mayor received so many threats after supporting a mask mandate that she resigned

Wrong! Your ears you keep and I’ll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, “Dear God! What is that thing?!?” will echo in your perfect ears. That is what ‘to the pain’ means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.