Monday, July 29, 2013
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Friday, July 26, 2013
Native American Portraits from c. 1905
Below (and after the jump) is a small sampling of a series of great portraits of Native Americans at In Focus, The Atlantic's photography blog. The full series, posted a few months ago, is worth seeing.
"Lies I've Told My 3 Year Old Recently"
Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there
Russian Landscape Artist Konstantin Kryzhitsky and Knowing the Artist
James Gurney, who writes the great art blog Gurney Journey, asks what a painting can tells us about an artist. Speculating from the painting Peyzazh 1895 (below) by the Russian painter Konstantin Kryzhitsky, of whom gurney was unaware (me to), Gurney asserts Kryzhitsky "had a deep soul, a love of mystery, melancholy, and music, and a keen sense of nature's moods that must have come from long walks through the countryside. This painting couldn't have been done by a flippant, urbane, or shallow person."
I'm not sure that so much about an artist can be gleaned from a single painting. I certainly have my doubts that Kryzhitsky was not urbane. Assuming the artist is not attempting to mislead about herself or himself -- and is, of course, not a forger or a machine -- still we may know very little of an artist from a work or series of works. Of course, it depends on the work. I could say very little about Ellsworth Kelly, for instance, just knowing some of his work. As to Kryzhitsky, taking the assumption that he puts himself genuinely into his work, and looking at many of his landscapes, I see someone awed by nature both as to its beauty and scale, someone who wanted to show humankind as small in relation to that vastness, someone who had trained as an academic painter and had extraordinary technical skill, and someone who very sensitive and smart.
Peyzazh 1895 is, to my lights, a fantastic painting: from the illusion of smoke from the break in the trees, from the juxtaposition of built and natural world, to the question it raises of whether one is entering or leaving the estate, to the feeling of coldness and sense of place so real (but not slavishly realistic) that I can feel being there. This last point flows readily across many of his works -- below the break a sample (and final comment):
I'm not sure that so much about an artist can be gleaned from a single painting. I certainly have my doubts that Kryzhitsky was not urbane. Assuming the artist is not attempting to mislead about herself or himself -- and is, of course, not a forger or a machine -- still we may know very little of an artist from a work or series of works. Of course, it depends on the work. I could say very little about Ellsworth Kelly, for instance, just knowing some of his work. As to Kryzhitsky, taking the assumption that he puts himself genuinely into his work, and looking at many of his landscapes, I see someone awed by nature both as to its beauty and scale, someone who wanted to show humankind as small in relation to that vastness, someone who had trained as an academic painter and had extraordinary technical skill, and someone who very sensitive and smart.
Peyzazh 1895 is, to my lights, a fantastic painting: from the illusion of smoke from the break in the trees, from the juxtaposition of built and natural world, to the question it raises of whether one is entering or leaving the estate, to the feeling of coldness and sense of place so real (but not slavishly realistic) that I can feel being there. This last point flows readily across many of his works -- below the break a sample (and final comment):
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Peter Han calls himself a designer not an artist. He is an artist.
In the video below he not only demonstrates his art, but, wittingly or not, gives a clear sense of what makes art, literally and figuratively.
Han's incredible work can be seen on his website and through some screenshots at Colossal.
In the video below he not only demonstrates his art, but, wittingly or not, gives a clear sense of what makes art, literally and figuratively.
Han's incredible work can be seen on his website and through some screenshots at Colossal.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Excellent Advice from Galileo Feynman Jezebel
This is not the Dick you're looking for |
The answer appears to be "no." Who knew?
I assure you the article and its comments are worth reading in full.
The Time Obama Was Mistaken for a Waiter at a Tina Brown Book Party
I thought this note at The Atlantic harking back to a 2008 article by Katie Rosman in The Wall Street Journal -- and accompanied by the perfect picture (from Kevin Lemarque for Reuters) -- expressed the issue of frequent racial assumptions with clarity and brevity:
"In less than six years, Obama has gone from being mistaken for a waiter among the New York media elite, to the president-elect. What a country."(Link from Miss Cellania; interior quote from Rosman's article.)
...
And yet even as that country elected and then reelected its first black president, the easy assumptions about who black men are have yet to vanish.
Monday, July 22, 2013
Winter is Coming Apparently Sometime Far Away from Now
I've been intermittently reading the Game of Thrones (er, I mean A Song of Fire and Ice) series, having watched the HBO drama. I whole heartedly agree with this review, except for the part about I am not going to read it anymore. That's because I knew this was nonsense coming in -- it's a soap opera in fantasy trappings -- but it's my damn soap opera and I'm hooked.
And, yes, the majority of the best characters are dead:
And, yes, the majority of the best characters are dead:
Exciting Blogging Action Returns
After a short hiatus, I thought I should get back to the blog. This is, after all, our 1 year anniversary. Previous calculations about how long we had been publishing have proven to be inaccurate.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)