What artist Paul McCarthy has drawn and learned from Instagram in the pandemic
For half a century, artist Paul McCarthy has made work inspired by a most abject muse: the toxic male ego at its most infantile and belligerent. Sailors, pirates, cowboys, U.S. presidents from Reagan to Trump, even Walt Disney, that authoritarian inventor of antiseptic fairy tales, have materialized in various guises in his fornicating sculptures and gross-out films. Yes, the Los Angeles artist knows how to generate a headline, such as the time in 2014 that his sculpture "Tree," an 80-foot inflatable resembling a luminous green butt plug, was vandalized in Paris. But girding this sensational work is an unblinking examination of our crude national id, accompanied by a lifelong drawings practice that has served as a way of tackling these ideas visually. Over six decades, there isn't a way in which McCarthy hasn't employed drawing: as storyboard, as architectural schematic, as gag, as poignant visual diary, as conceptual piece, as charming doodle. In February, the Ha...