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rubens’ ‘rape of the sabines’ I am captivated and repulsed by this painting at the same time, but nobody else seems to be disturbed by it. That quiet says so much about our perception of art, and who gets to interpret it. Whose perception counts.
trigger warnings for the national gallery
trigger warnings for the national gallery
Doesn’t anyone mind the elementary school children being taken in here and exposed to depictions of murder, rape, torture, child abuse and bestiality (warning, links to images) in very pretty pictures? Don’t any of the grownups mind looking at those things?
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the problem with self-portraits The problem with (drawn, painted) self-portraits: they are all of artists. Worst of all: 'the artist as artist.' Portraits of the artist as person, lover, parent, scholar, gardener, anything else are really more interesting. The artist-as-artist may just be the most boring subject in the world. They all look the same. Selfies are a relief.
not again (not yet) That dread I feel now at the thought of rereading Hillesum. Based on the feeling that that is what I (and everybody) should be like.
quantified me I am amused to notice the close relation of my sketching projects and my journaling, my obsession with habits, checklists & tracking all kinds of things.
gentrification III I wonder what it will do to them when grown-ups sharing converted living rooms because they cannot afford a room, much less an apartment of their own, will become the new normal around these parts.
cozy old avant-garde
Ulysses feels so slow, behaglich to me I wonder whether it felt fast when it was published. The trains of thought seem weirdly coherent. Self-contained. You can feel the absence of modern advertising and the slowness of traffic.
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imagine! or: gentrification II
imagine! or: gentrification II
Walking through Soho today the city felt sharp-eyed. Every relaxed face suspicious: you must be either a banker or a similarly highly paid person, or, not mutually exclusive, have rich parents. But there were not many smiling faces anyway. Scary thought: try to imagine the city once all the current construction sites have finished their constructing, and we are stuck with the things they will…
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nested thoughts
All the different strands of thinking I am interested in relate to each other, but precisely because of that I will probably never get the idea of the big picture I would like to have (however outdated it seems to be, I still want to). But each part of the puzzle contradicts or explains (away) some of the others. An amorphous web of contradictions and dependencies.
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well-meaning questions in front of a work of art
well-meaning questions in front of a work of art
What was the artist trying to do? Did they succeed? Was it worth doing? All of them good questions. Or useless. Or both? If the point of a piece of art can be put into words completely, without residue, it has failed as art and become propaganda. I suspect that artists often succeed in doing something while still ending up far away from what they were intending to do. A work of art worth the name…
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empty full head
I don’t know what to to write about today. My head is full with practical art making issues & relationship frustrations. The world keeps behaving strangely & interestingly, but I have no resources left to pay attention.
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gentrification
I agreed to meet friends of a friend who want to buy property in Berlin, about whether I know someone who might be able to help them do so. They are being priced out of London, so now they are going to price others out of Berlin. Yesterday I felt neutral about it. Today I am keenly aware that the others they are pricing out of Berlin are me and my friends. That there is not much of a place for…
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how cecily brown does not fulfill my wishes
how cecily brown does not fulfill my wishes
This morning I woke up with thoughts about her. I very much want to see her paintings in person. Like maybe they are too pretty, to pleasingly titillating, too flat somehow. That cheerful palette. There is sex, yes, sometimes baconesquely distorted, but i don’t see any of the pain (yet). Not sure if there is any intimacy or vulnerability at all. Looking at her male nudes is refreshing to me,…
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exercise
Try to find a painting with an intimate feeling (not necessarily erotic, just intimate – and erotic does not necessarily mean intimate) from, say, before 1950, focusing on a man. Self-portraits excluded. Follow up: Find them in one of the big museums. If the paintings exist, but not in there, why would that be?
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looking for books on erotic art
looking for books on erotic art
After putting down the Taschen survey of erotic art in the 20th century because it seems to consist to 90% of naked women painted by men, and bored the hell out of me, I find a discounted monograph of Cecily Brown.
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note to self
As soon as you’ve found another way to draw things that reliably ‘works’, do something different. Maybe the exact opposite in some way. Find as many ‘opposite’ ways of drawing as possible.
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I want a room full of women making art about sex, and a room full of men making art about romantic relationships.
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