In February, a hacker named Guccifer revealed to the world the hidden artistic talents of George W. Bush, releasing to The Smoking Gun a handful of photographs of oil paintings by the former president that had been taken from personal Bush family emails. The images were well-received by critics and laypeople alike, but they represented only a small portion of the budding outsider artist's oeuvre. Little more was being made available: In an interview with an Atlanta television station, his art teacher said he'd painted "over 50 dogs," tantalizingly few of which were actually shown on the broadcast. Otherwise, the Texan Master was silent. The world was crying out for more Bush art, more raw talent, more lush brushstrokes—more dogs—and nothing was forthcoming.

This afternoon, the FBI announced a major development in the greatest art heist in history: after two decades, they still haven't solved the case!

George Lucas wants to build an art museum in San Francisco. And not just any old museum either, but one that explores the idea of "cultural fantasy." While the museum will house rotating exhibits of fine art, he said it will also showcase digital design and animation used in Hollywood blockbusters.

Kanye West concluded his Sunday concert at London's Hammersmith Apollo by repeatedly howling, so you know it was a great show. He was performing 2006's formerly breezy single "Touch the Sky" when he unleashed and then threw down his mic. Apparently, this made as little sense within context as it does without. Says GQ UK:

You may have heard by now that Urban Outfitters' favorite street artist, Banksy, was arrested in London last night on charges of vandalism. Even better, after hauling him in, police reportedly revealed Banksy's identity to the press, a huge development considering that for years everyone—including Gawker—has been doggedly speculating about who exactly is behind the world's most famous irreverent stencils and the critically lauded film Exit Through the Gift Shop. Isn't this exciting news? No, it is not, because it's all a lie.

The controversial "Nude Men" (NSFW) exhibit at Vienna's Leopold Museum is making headlines once again.

Now we've seen the art of George W. Bush, but have we really seen it? We asked arts blogger Greg Allen, of greg.org, to give the ex-president's works a close reading.

See this painting? Liberty Leading the People, by Eugene Delacroix, currently on display at the Lens branch of the Louvre. Now, imagine it with a 9/11 truth tag! Way better, right?

Continued from Part One.

I have seen Woodstock and I have seen The Last Waltz. I have seen Don't Look Back, Eat the Document, and No Direction Home. I have seen the Maysles Brothers' documentary about the Rolling Stones, as well as Jean-Luc Godard's semi-documentary about the Rolling Stones and Robert Frank's notoriously unreleased documentary about the Rolling Stones, which legend has it you're only legally allowed to watch in the presence of both Jagger and Richards. (It was only okay.) I have seen The Great Rock and Roll Swindle as well as The Filth and the Fury, Julien Temple's two different documentaries about the Sex Pistols. I have seen that double-DVD Tom Petty documentary. I have seen the special features. I have seen the movie where Chris Holmes from W.A.S.P. slowly drinks himself nearly to death in a darkened swimming pool enclosure and Ozzy pours the orange juice all over the counter. I have seen David Bowie's cocaine skeleton doing Burroughsian cut-ups on the floor of a luxury hotel in the difficult-to-find TV special Cracked Actor. To varying degrees, I enjoyed all these films, but if you asked me to tell you my very-favorite-ever cinematic document of a rock and roll band, I would have to break down and admit that it's a 10-dollar import DVD of Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show doing a live-for-German-TV performance sometime in 1974.

The Dr. Frankenstein who wrought Kate Middleton's infamously terrible official portait upon the world has finally been negged into submission: driven mad by the endless bad press, he has created a second, lovely portrait in black and white.

Now that he's cornered the denim market, noted patriot Glenn Beck has set his sights on an even more lucrative business. As part of a bizarre campaign to prove the importance of the first amendment, Beck filled a jar with what he at first claimed to be urine (he later admitted it was beer) and then placed an Obama toy inside. He has plans to sell the "art," which Beck titled "Obama in Pee Pee," on his website for the reasonable price of $25,000.

Don't let anyone tell you what isn't art. But I'll tell you what this art is: delicious. Ernie Button is a Phoenix-based photographer who has been thinking way too much about his breakfast table recently. He's constructed landscapes, both natural and manmade, using Arizona backdrops and cereal foregrounds. And he's named it Cerealism, a term which is so obvious it doubles back to being clever.

Good news if you hate art: there is none anymore. It has all been stolen.

British artist Damien Hirst has come under fire in recent days, either for killing too many or not nearly enough butterflies (depending on whom you ask) at a recreation of his 1991 exhibition In and Out of Love as part of a retrospective at the Tate Modern in London.

Today, a Moscow appeals court released Yekaterina "Katya" Samutsevich, the eldest of the three imprisoned collaborators from the Russian feminist art-punk collective Pussy Riot, while upholding the two-year prison-colony sentence for her counterparts, Maria "Masha" Alyokhina and Nadezhda "Nadya" Tolokonnikova.

John Waters' sculpture of a giant bottle of spilled poppers is simply breathtaking. (Site NSFW.)

You're a frustrated "conceptual artist." You have invented an "-ism" and named the movement after the color of pee: Yellowism. You even drafted a completely incoherent manifesto about your movement that sounds like @Horse_ebooks waxing philosophical about urinary tract infections:

Book publisher Random House has signed sitcom writer Lena Dunham to a $3.5 million contract for a collection of "frank and funny advice on everything from sex to eating to traveling to work," to be called Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She's Learned. Lena Dunham became eligible to vote in 2004, so you should listen to her.

Hey, Metropolitan Museum of Art, you have something that belongs to Turkey. Eighteen somethings, in fact, according to the country's recent campaign to reclaim its antiquities.