Thursday, June 12, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Ciné.
I was very pleased to hear that the work of G. Melies, the inspiration for The Invention of Hugo Cabret is now released on DVD. I was thinking about this and mused that surealism, dream-like realities, and more primary (native?) to film then the realism of Passolini, or the modern usage of film. Where somehow the realism seems to have less in common with a human reality. Reality v. appearance.
And then I was thinking about all the ways in which technology changes art--the camera making realism in painting obsolete, and paint in tubes making expressionism possible. One could easily paint outside. And use a lot of paint.
And then I was thinking about all the ways in which technology changes art--the camera making realism in painting obsolete, and paint in tubes making expressionism possible. One could easily paint outside. And use a lot of paint.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
a love song
A Love Song
by William Carlos Williams
What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet—
I lie here thinking of you.
The stain of love
Is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow,
It eats into the leaves,
Smears with saffron
The horned branches that lean
Heavily
Against a smooth purple sky.
There is no light—
Only a honey-thick stain
That drips from leaf to leaf
And limb to limb
Spoiling the colours
Of the whole world.
I am alone.
The weight of love
Has buoyed me up
Till my head
Knocks against the sky.
See me!
My hair is dripping with nectar—
Starlings carry it
On their black wings.
See, at last
My arms and my hands
Are lying idle.
How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now?
by William Carlos Williams
What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet—
I lie here thinking of you.
The stain of love
Is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow,
It eats into the leaves,
Smears with saffron
The horned branches that lean
Heavily
Against a smooth purple sky.
There is no light—
Only a honey-thick stain
That drips from leaf to leaf
And limb to limb
Spoiling the colours
Of the whole world.
I am alone.
The weight of love
Has buoyed me up
Till my head
Knocks against the sky.
See me!
My hair is dripping with nectar—
Starlings carry it
On their black wings.
See, at last
My arms and my hands
Are lying idle.
How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now?
Monday, March 31, 2008
Elephants painting.
My kids really enjoyed watching this--there are some cuts so it is difficult to know if there is some coaching from the others species present, or not. But it is really cool.
For more information about elephants painting, please click here.
For more information about elephants painting, please click here.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
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