Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Francis Alys: Fabiola




"Created by the internationally acclaimed artist Francis Alÿs, Fabiola is an installation of over 300 portraits of a fourth-century Christian saint collected by the artist from flea markets and antique shops throughout Europe and the Americas. These seemingly identical portraits, including paintings, embroideries and miniatures are all copies of a lost original of Fabiola by the French nineteenth-century painter, Jean-Jacques Henner." (from: The National Portrait Gallery)



Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Don't Fence Me In


Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above
Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don't fence me in

Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don't fence me in

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise

I want to ride to the ridge where the West commences
Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies
Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide country that I love
Don't fence me in

Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don't fence me in

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise

I want to ride to the ridge where the West commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in

Cole Porter, 1934

Monday, September 26, 2016

The Black Between the Frames

Loved this e-mail that Natalie Portman sent to Jonathan Safran Foer.


From this Times Magazine piece.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

James Nasmyth, the Man Obsessed with the Moon




"In his book, 'The Moon: Considered as a Planet, a World, and a Satellite', he was hoping to demonstrate that the surface of the moon had formed as its molten body shrank and gradually cooled and shrivelled, just the way human skin wrinkles with age."

"...the shrunken hand on the other side is that of Mr. Nasmyth, photographed by himself. It exhibits a thoroughly mechanical hand, as well as the hand of a delicate manipulator illustrating that remarkable expression in the book of Job that 'in the hand of all the sons of men God places marks, that all the sons of men may know their own works'.



Monday, August 1, 2016

Mary Heilmann: Looking at Pictures








I went to see the Mary Heilmann exhibition at the Whitechapel Gallery today. I loved the vibrant, playful colors, a sense of a certain measured carefree quality in her work.
I liked this quote from the Guardian's review of the exhibit:

"Paint drips accidentally, like when you get a bit of sauce on your nice clean shirt when you’re enjoying a meal too much. Entire paintings go over the edge and round the sides of the canvas stretcher, like those cartoon characters who run over a cliff and don’t fall until they recognise the drop below. It is good to sidle up to Heilmann’s paintings, to see what’s going on around the side, as much as it is to confront them head on....
Heilmann’s paintings aren’t the best in the world, but they don’t need to be. To me, they seem to contain a lot of happiness and pleasure in the act of looking. The human details and imperfections count. A hand and an all-too-human brain made them."

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