Lots of running - definitely doing "onwards", but is is "upwards"?
16 May 2013
Rush, patterns
Lots of running - definitely doing "onwards", but is is "upwards"?
14 May 2013
The Found Library at the age of Cornucopia
This is my little Found Library. I will take a prominent place in my home library.
Well, big word, to some extent - a random but much loved book collection.
I found those books put out as paper recycling, just passing on my way to my Studio. Blocks of nicely typeset books with no covers - naked dames, stripped of their modesty. Baudelaire on top of Milton, Stendhal, then Blake, Secret Agent by J.Conrad, Vanity Fair, a couple more. Basically - heavy metal, the stuff I should have read, but didn't, leaving it for "when I grow up"...
Some are from those small pocket-size editions from the 20ies. I had bought some from those oldies before to study the typography, the ornate spines, the art-deco frontispieces.
I was almost as thrilled as if I had found a baby in a trash bin. I carried my precious load to studio and sorted it. I felt heroic. I saved a treasure from the peril. This will make a difference in someone's life.
I have decided to take care of those books and read them - not necessarily The Lady Montagu's letters from a to zeee, but I will surely read the whole The Mirror of Art, the critical essays by the bad boy Baudelaire, minus the 30 pages the books is missing!
They are now modestly clad in hand-made simple covers, with ad-hoc laid cover graphics and acetate dust jackets that give them irresistibly chic sheen...
I love my symbolic find - the Found Library is entering my home.
Until now, we mostly thought that only the Nazis were destroying books. I WOULD PICK THEM UP BEFORE THE COVERS WERE RIPPED!!!
Still, they could have been put on the street, but should not have been damaged.
Arlington, Texas
ARLINGTON - In a dumpster off Division Street in Arlington,
a pile of books were found dumped.
And so on, and so on....
Well, big word, to some extent - a random but much loved book collection.
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| Spineless treasures, as found, on the Studio's window sill. See the light glowing on the edges of he pages? |
Some are from those small pocket-size editions from the 20ies. I had bought some from those oldies before to study the typography, the ornate spines, the art-deco frontispieces.
I was almost as thrilled as if I had found a baby in a trash bin. I carried my precious load to studio and sorted it. I felt heroic. I saved a treasure from the peril. This will make a difference in someone's life.
Maybe.
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| I sense envy among my Shabby chic fellow bloggers over such organic make-over |
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| Today recovered The Mirror of Art, Classical Studies... |
I have decided to take care of those books and read them - not necessarily The Lady Montagu's letters from a to zeee, but I will surely read the whole The Mirror of Art, the critical essays by the bad boy Baudelaire, minus the 30 pages the books is missing!
They are now modestly clad in hand-made simple covers, with ad-hoc laid cover graphics and acetate dust jackets that give them irresistibly chic sheen...
I love my symbolic find - the Found Library is entering my home.
Until now, we mostly thought that only the Nazis were destroying books. I WOULD PICK THEM UP BEFORE THE COVERS WERE RIPPED!!!
Still, they could have been put on the street, but should not have been damaged.
Saskatoon, Saskatchewan
Pains my heart to see this, but that is a lot of books to have to deal with. Hopefully the news article inspires a few people to divide and take on the mass of books she’s dealing with.
http://www.ottawacitizen.com/literacy/raiseareader/book+collection+burned+Saskatoon/6801225/story.html
Here is another one:
Library books tossed in Arlington dumpster
wfaa.com
Posted on April 16, 2010 at 6:24 PM
ARLINGTON - In a dumpster off Division Street in Arlington,
a pile of books were found dumped.
And so on, and so on....
11 May 2013
More Colour Therapy?
Oh yeah, the light is bleak and it rains and it rains.
So more Colour anyone?
Here is To Your Health!
Here is To Your Health!
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| This is Todd Sanders from Austin . This goodnes comes from one of my favs: The Jealour Curator blog. |
6 May 2013
Nostalgia unbound
The women he paints are so perfectly dissociated, there is this overwhelming solitude in the air...
Here is someone's "reenactment" of the scene:
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Someone has taken pretty assertive stance - below is a superbly captivating interpretation of another painting by the same artist.
Quadri vivendi, the original version:
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| Wiki |
The same scene reenacted, with the scene from the painting inserted as a graphic banner.
I don't know who the artist/photographer is but it is cool fun.
The reenactments come from a super interesting Italian blog: http://artepignato.blogspot.ca/2010/09/quadri-viventi-di-silvestro-lega.html
4 May 2013
Nostalgia - the Looking Out
Recently, again I have been experiencing "bouts" of nostalgia.
A state that has been quintessentially attributed to the mind of an immigrant - the longing for the homeland, the longing for "things lost", things of the past, all this.
In any event, it is a "noble aroma" that evokes strong feelings so prevailing in the art of certain periods. Notably the mid- and second part of the 19th century.
The Late Romanticism, in Northern Europe, the Baltic region, but also strongly in Italy and France.
You know what I mean?
Here is a bit of the sweet aroma, the stillness of Nostalgia - looking out the window, trying to break through the stale and the claustrophobic.
The LONGING for the Safe and the Familiar:
A state that has been quintessentially attributed to the mind of an immigrant - the longing for the homeland, the longing for "things lost", things of the past, all this.
In any event, it is a "noble aroma" that evokes strong feelings so prevailing in the art of certain periods. Notably the mid- and second part of the 19th century.
The Late Romanticism, in Northern Europe, the Baltic region, but also strongly in Italy and France.
You know what I mean?
Here is a bit of the sweet aroma, the stillness of Nostalgia - looking out the window, trying to break through the stale and the claustrophobic.
The LONGING for the Safe and the Familiar:
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| Constant Moyaux |
I've added the promised captions!
For a number of days I am forced
to fight less to save the world.
For a while I need to save my own butt...
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| Johan Christian Dahl |
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| Hans Olaf Heyerdahl |
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| Jan Vermeer |
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| Vilhelm Hammershoi - Bedroom |
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| Woman at a Window Caspar David Friedrich |
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| Salvador Dali |
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