O world,strangled and collapsed, where are the strong white teeth? O world, sinking with silver balls and the corks and the life preservers, where are the rosy scalps? O glab and glairy, O glabrous world now chewed to a frazzle, under what dead moon do you lie cold and gleaming?
Thats Henry Milller ranting away in his novel of the same name...I do like him. Not really sure what happened with my correspondence during July... seemed like it all got a bit wintery and I got distracted and then a lot of people died.. loved and loved strangers alike... so lets wander into this cold sea and float away shall we?
the only "posts" I was really thinking about were strange, stunted and half formed eulogies...And then everything went a little dim and hard to see....
"Owl", David Noonan, 2009
or maybe just squinty mimetic traces and ghosts and birds of prey and haunted girls....black.
Amy Winehouse, photo: Hedi Slimane from www.hedislimanediary.com
"Night Watch" Cy Twombly, 1966
scratch, scrawl, howl.. screechy run your fingernails down the chalkboard sensation....navigation and dark voyages
"A pilgrimage to San Isidoro" Detail, Francisco Goya, 1820-2
....wild shores....See I knew Goya would have to pop up before too long, especially something from his Black Paintings.This one is just a detail so you can't see the ghoulish "pilgrims" in the foreground. Goya was pretty much having a mental and physical breakdown during this time. His depiction of human misery and cruelty seems to remain completely absorbing and relevant to this day. Ahh suffering you are such a delightful muse...
"Le Noces of Pierette" Pablo Picasso,1905
ahh picasso you are such a never ending delight. He's having a blue period here too. Hard to imagine that machismo little nugget having a blue period though isn't it? All of the blue period paintings are said to be in response to the depression Picasso suffered after the suicide of his friend Carlos Casagemas. I don't find them that depressing...I just like looking at the exquisiteness of the colour and lyrical line. Anyway i don't think i can be grand and egotistical enough to say i was having a blue period, i guess i was just thinking about solemn, dark mortal coils....and tunnels that descend into hell..hehe. This little (quite boring) film was made during this time...its about endless tunnels and i will one day make it into a endless loop....and no one will get out the cinema alive... very avant grade, no?
oh but then spring started... black spring
'Buttemere Lake, with Part of Cromackwater, Cumberland, a shower" JMW Turner,
Whenever someone asks who my favourite artist is i often say Turner and I guess its true to an extent (although of course there are so many). I guess I'm a bit of a sucker for the sublime and dialogues with art that inspire awe and crazy artists that tie themselves to masts of ships to feel the intensity and grandeur of nature etc.... I sometimes say Lucien Freud too.....if i want to have a different conversation
But conversations about art can get a little tiring, and i am a bit tired, so lets just smell some warm honey blossoms on this lovely day...this day...and say some small farewells... and rest in peaces. Byeee, RIPS!!
William Carlos Williams says a sweet farewell to end this day as well.......
This is Just to Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.
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