My Easel Twin

Eric Baker makes some odd comparisons between celebs and their possible counterparts in fine art.


by Eric J Baker

Everyone laughs at Art History students for voluntarily sabotaging their career prospects from the get-go (even the poetry kids point and sneer). And it’s almost obligatory for lame job-hunting articles on Yahoo to call out Art History as the worst possible field of study from a future-income standpoint. But none of those people thought of a little thing called “Google Image Search” that lets art historically astute bloggers put total fluff pieces together comparing celebrities to artworks, did they?*

In the words of the immortal Bruce Campbell from Evil Dead II: Who’s laughing now?

It’s not uncommon on the internets to see side-by-side images of lookalike celebrities á la those Separated at Birth books written way back before entertainment was free. But at PFC, not even the passing of centuries can stop us from hunting down yesterday’s two-dimensional doppelgangers of today’s three-dimensional stars. Look upon these images and decide: Is Baker damn clever, or does he need glasses?

Sandro Botticelli vs. Uma Thurman

We can assume that if Quentin Tarantino had been king of Florence (?) in 1485, round about when this painting was done, Uma would have been his queen, and Sandro Botticelli would have been his court painter.

Henri Matisse vs. Drew Barrymore

Actually, the Barrymore family has been in the acting business longer than Matisse family has been in the painting business. And shouldn’t Drew be about 70 by now?

Andre Derain self-portrait vs. Donald Sutherland

Now tell me, who’s the REAL body snatcher?

Peter Paul Rubens vs. Rupert from Survivor All Stars

I always thought that guy on Survivor was “Rubenesque.” Now I know why.

Diego Rivera self-portrait vs. James Earl Jones

Diego Rivera is your father, James Earl Jones. Search your feelings. You know it to be true!

The Rush Suite

Jean-Auguste Dominique Ingres vs. Geddy Lee of Rush

Posting likenesses of Geddy Lee is practically a cottage industry these days. Jean-Auguste Dominique Ingres, France’s best academic painter of the 19th century, was at the vanguard of such when he painted this portrait in 1846.

Édouard Manet vs. Neil Peart of Rush

Many, including me, consider Manet to be the father of modern art. Still others consider Neil Peart to be the father of modern air drumming. The guy on the left is one M. Tillet, as painted by Manet in 1881.

Joan Miro vs. Alex Lifeson of Rush

The fact is, Alex Lifeson is the normalest looking person in rock and roll and doesn’t seem to have a painted counterpart. He is awfully weird and funny though, like this painting by Joan Miro from 1950.

Piet Mondrian vs. General Grievous from Star Wars

I don’t know. I dig Piet Mondrian’s art, but I’ve got to say that George Lucas’ creation looks more like a General Grievous than the other thing looks like an Apple Tree in Flower, which is what Mondrian called it.

Olidon Redon vs. Godzilla (or should it be “Godzilla vs. the Cyclops”?)

Left: Olidon Redon, Cyclops c1914 (oil on cardboard) Right: Ishiro Honda, Godzilla 1954 (chemical on film stock exposed to light)

Godzilla looks pissed that the naked chick is gone. No wonder he smashed Tokyo.

Edwige Fenech vs. Edwige Fenech

There are three reasons French/Algerian/Maltese/Sicilian actress Edwige Fenech has shown up in this story comparing celebrities to artworks: She’s a celebrity, she’s a work of art, and she’s This Week’s Brunette (and a long-overdue one at that). This photo was probably taken around 1970, but Ms. Fenech is as gorgeous today as ever.

*Disclaimer: Even I was smart enough not to major in Art History.

Comments: 8

  • Pure Film Creative February 5, 201211:08 pm

    Some very clever twin easels in there, Mr. Baker. Amazing how you put them together. My favorite is the Mondrian.

  • oldancestor February 6, 20125:55 am

    Ah, thanks. My Art History minor finally came in handy.

  • James Tuttle February 7, 20124:44 pm

    There were some shocking similarities in there, Eric! Especially the guy from Survivor who looks like the Rubens satyr and the Diego Rivera/James Earl Jones comparison. I don’t know how you find the time. It takes me ages to find pictures that don’t even have to look like anything else.
    Keep up the good work!

    • oldancestor February 7, 20129:00 pm

      Thanks, Mr. Tuttle. I perform my day job tasks with my left brain and search for art images with my right brain at the same time. My left brain makes all the money but my right brain has more fun.

  • Bryan Edmondson February 8, 20129:40 am

    Eric did you really put these together? That is pretty amazing.

    I was afraid to Google “doppelganger” to find out what it meant.Is it one of those dangling grammar thingies?….like…’bouncing gaily from bar to bar, the football player was inseparable from the doppelganger?’

    Whatever your intentions this is a fine example of your trademark smut-blogging. I am appropriately tingly and aroused, but also shocked and appalled. Kudos Baker.

    Your faithful 500 meter radius stalker,
    Bryan Edmondson

    • oldancestor February 9, 20129:10 pm

      I can’t take credit for something I didn’t do. For example, I did not invent the telephone. However, I did find all these paintings and match them up to their celebrity counterparts. I’m good like that. Killough wishes I would stop blathering about art in my posts, but I like to find subtle methods of torment.

      A doppelganger is a weird guy from Texas who e-mails artsy nudes to his friends/victims in New Jersey.

      • Bryan Edmondson February 14, 20129:55 pm

        Eric, by the time you read this, I’ll be hocking your jewelry. I’m sorry for doing this but, you left me no other choice. I know this might comes as a bit hurtful to you – especially because you’re an emotional cripple. But I’m sorry, I think we should date other people– It’s not you-it’s me–I just need good sex from a partner.
        I think you’re totally good at Scrabble, but I don’t think we’re right for each other. First of all, we’re not extremely compatible. You’re a die-hard Scientologist, and I’m crippled by cult-evaluation form-filling inhibitions.
        You like yo-yo’s obsessively and it is getting to be a problem. You cry every-time the yo-you rolls down and hangs at the end of the string. I am not sure you understand the way a yo-yo is meant to be used. Also I am telling you that yo-yo-ing is not a sport.
        I find that you are pretty good about showering, but I don’t like that you eat with your feet, and enjoy flea markets, and I don’t like pushing around the god-damn merry go round for 3 hours.
        Look we had some good times, or so it looks on the videotape (even though you are always smiling at the camera) . I am leaving you Eric.
        But please, don’t get all John Wayne Gacy like last time. That means no holding my parents hostage. And look – I won’t even make an issue out of the fact that the homeowner’s association considers you a “violation” of my deed restrictions (because you wear that speedo and juggle croquet balls in my front yard, while gyrating your hips provocatively.
        Let’s forget that you punched my grandmother for recommending hair plugs to you.
        Please Stop Calling Me,
        And please take care of yourself – try to not stick your head in the microwave too much. I do worry so about you.

        P.S. FYI It’s barely 4 inches – not 10.16. I think that you used centimeters or a metric ruler?


        • oldancestor February 15, 20128:57 am

          Apparently you’ve never heard the phrase “defamation of character.”

          I’m tired of you fabricating lies about me. For the record:

          1. They are not “flea markets,” they are yard sales.
          2. I’ve never gone “John Wayne Gacy” on anyone. I have gone “Ed Gein” and “Countess Bathory.”

          I trust this sets the record straight.

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