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Guardian.co.uk have posted a small article about Tim Burton’s exhibition at The Museum of Modern Art a few days ago and it also features a new picture (click on the image below to view it in full size).
“Is there a doctor here?” asks Tim Burton, feeling his wrist for a pulse, “I think I might be dead.”
That wouldn’t be out of character. But as it happens he is very much alive, standing at a podium in New York’s Museum of Modern Art, where a 700-work retrospective of the director’s joyously ghoulish career is about to open. Burton, who used to play in cemeteries as a child, is blessed with the kind of hair mad scientists have in horror movies, and he has grown the ghost of a goatee. His appearance in a dark, slouchy suit and blue-tinted sunglasses sets off a riot of camera flashes as he thank the curators for “uh… raiding my closets to find things that almost gave me a heart attack”.
The show includes a full-scale waxwork of Edward Scissorhands, the latex cowls worn by Batman, Ed Wood’s angora sweater, Willy Wonka’s headgear and Sweeney Todd’s razors. But before these iconic cinematic items came into being, the creatures of Burton’s imagination were set down on paper – endlessly and colourfully wrought, the bastard children of Ralph Steadman and Henry Moore. There are doodles on blotters and newspaper pages, sketchbooks, Super-8 films using toys as actors. There’s a sketch of Vincent Price drawn by Burton when he was a teenager, and a school English paper in which a check-up with a doctor is described using words like “eerie” and “evil”, with doors creaking open and a 100-year-old nurse. Visiting MoMA now is like tumbling down a rabbit hole into someone’s weird yet remarkably consistent mind.
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