Posts tagged art

…He said that the older you get, the lonelier you become, and the deeper the love you need. Which means that this hero that you’re trying to maintain as the central figure in the drama of your life— this hero is not enjoying the life of a hero. You’re exerting a tremendous maintenance to keep this heroic stance available to you, and the hero is suffering defeat after defeat. And they’re not heroic defeats; they’re ignoble defeats. Finally, one day you say, ‘Let him die— I can’t invest any more in this heroic position.’ From there, you just live your life as if it’s real— as if you have to make decisions even though you have absolutely no guarantee of any of the consequences of your decisions.
Leonard Cohen in a 2002 spin interview culled from this Pitchfork article. The life of the warrior is not easy, and must be chosen anew each day.

accidentalformalist:

Francis Alÿs

The Nightwatch

Surveillance cameras observe a fox exploring the Tudor and Georgian rooms of the National Portrait Gallery at night.

Competition has trumped value-creation. In this and other ways, the competitive arena undermines innovation.

You know somebody has been sucked into the competitive myopia when they start using sports or war metaphors. Sports and war are competitive enterprises. If somebody hits three home runs against you in the top of the inning, your job is to go hit four home runs in the bottom of the inning.

But business, politics, intellectual life and most other realms are not like that. In most realms, if somebody hits three home runs against you in one inning, you have the option of picking up your equipment and inventing a different game. You don’t have to compete; you can invent.

The Creative Monopoly, by David Brooks.  Interesting read based on PayPal creator Peter Theil’s Stanford class.
Poster by Mike Welch for Emilie Sabath’s 3-channel video installation and live performance at CalArts this week. Additional performance on 5/4 at 11am. Via esabath’s blog, under-pressure-over-time.

Poster by Mike Welch for Emilie Sabath’s 3-channel video installation and live performance at CalArts this week. Additional performance on 5/4 at 11am. Via esabath’s blog, under-pressure-over-time.

Painting is not meant to decorate apartments, painting is an instrument of war.
Pablo Picasso (via criminalwisdom)
The isms go; the ist dies; art remains.
Vladimir Nabokov in his lecture on Gustave Flaubert, asserting the historic relativity and therefore the artistic irrelevance of academic terms like “realism” or “post-modernist.” (via mills)

firsttimeuser:

Two RAAF airmen enjoying a drink, Melbourne, 1945

Chloé, 1875 by Jules Joseph Lefebvre

We [are] shaped as writers, I believe, not much by who our favorite writers are as by our general experience of fiction. Learning to write fiction, we learn to listen for our own acquired sense of what feels right, based on the totality of the pleasure (or its lack) that fiction has provided us. Not direct emulation, but rather a matter of a personal micro-culture.
William Gibson, from one of the many articles from his new collection of past writing, Distrust That Particular Flavor (via youmightfindyourself).
Like a speck of dust in a beam of light: you cannot see the dust without the light, nor can you see the light without the dust; you can’t see the content without form, nor can you see form without content.
Stephen Shore, via It Felt Like Love.
timelightbox:

Martha Holmes / TIME & LIFE Pictures
Jackson Pollock paints in his Long Island studio, 1949.
In honor of 100th anniversary of the artist’s birth, TIME presents a gallery of the painter’s life. See more here.

timelightbox:

Martha Holmes / TIME & LIFE Pictures

Jackson Pollock paints in his Long Island studio, 1949.

In honor of 100th anniversary of the artist’s birth, TIME presents a gallery of the painter’s life. See more here.

Jackson Pollock, Clement Greenberg, Helen Frankenthaler, Lee Krasner and unidentified child at the beach, c. 1952.  Via -outlying-.

Jackson Pollock, Clement Greenberg, Helen Frankenthaler, Lee Krasner and unidentified child at the beach, c. 1952. Via -outlying-.

My Molotov Heart by Francis Baker.  Via nevver.
devon rex_II // cyano edition, self, 2011 by lurkingbeneaththesurface aka Andrea Ebener.

devon rex_II // cyano edition, self, 2011 by lurkingbeneaththesurface aka Andrea Ebener.