Somewhere in the 1970s

6 11 2011

No one was going to tell them what life was about. Or tell them how to party. They were free. And arrogant. And young. It was the 1970s and everyone was lost.

Somewhere in the 1970s.

This is work that I haven’t see for over 30 years. Found it in a trunk when I was throwing a lot of stuff out. Old essays, paintings, manuscripts etc. I don’t think there was anything special about the times I was writing about. But who knows? I think everyone’s perception is that they lived during turning points in history. Of course, the Greeks knew better.





Woodstock

6 11 2011

Many years ago in a land… Vogue Magazine ran this series comparing famous paintings with the events of Woodstock. Of course you could have compared paintings with the annual Lord Simcoe day at Centenial Park in Toronto as well. But it doesn’t have the same ring to it. I first saw this at Miss Moss’s blog. I had an opportunity to go to Woodstock. Wasn’t doing much that week. But no one was crazy about going. Too much hastle from the border guards. (They hated long hairs.) But a friend did go. Said he spent the whole weekend on LSD. Sat watching the  concert inside this great box that had been built. It was actually a speaker. Later, after he’d come down, he found that he was deaf. His hearing didn’t come back to  him for over a week.

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christo and jeanne-claude

6 11 2011

My neighbour used to wrap his bushes in barley bags. During the winter, with the snow on them, they would take strange shapes. Reminding me of sculptures by Henry Moore. The artists christo and jeanne-claude have done a similar task with their wrappings. Like snow drifts they appear on the scene and then are soon gone. So their work is more intellectual than emotional. Or at least there is no art left after they dismantle the wrappings. There is the experience of course. Still I am in a quandry what to think of such work. Pictures don’t do them justice. Like pictures of darkening clouds and the threat of storms, you have to be there. But, I’m here.

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