Money corrupts? Absolutely.

27 11 2011

There is something wrong. With the art world for one. Its the money. Albert Henry Robinson was a Canadian artist until his death in 1956. He spent some time in his younger days in Paris. Studying art. 1903. With American artist T. W. Marshall. There must have been more artists than Parisians at the turn of the century. But there is no mention that he ever met any of the great artists of the time. In short, he was a small town artist. Recently some of his work went on sale. A couple found his paintings in their attic. One piece sold for $22,500. Another for $47,500. Who is reaping the rewards for this artist’s work? Not he. He be dead. Not his immediate family. Maybe his grandchildren. Most likely the harvest of his work will find its way into the coffers of banks or galleries. I think there is a lesson here. If you want to become successful in the arts. In Canada. (And maybe other places.) Become a banker.





Franz Roh

27 11 2011

Apparently Roh was the one who coined the phrase ‘magic realism’. He was an art critic and photographer. He was associated with the ideas of Husserl and Heidegger. (Maybe they’re easier to read in German.)

“the autonomy of the objective world around us was once more to be enjoyed; the wonder of matter that could crystallize into objects was to be seen anew.”

That of course would be a short lived appreciation. If the world around us was so separated from us, we were separated from it. And ourselves.

But I like Roh’s work. It is very inventive. And brave, I think. Given the world (the rise of Fascism, and two world wars) he tried to work in. The paintings here are not Roh’s work (Franz Radziwill) but he had plenty to say about them.

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Saturday Night at the Movies

27 11 2011

A friend of mine. His son. Had a job as the movie reviewer of his high school newspaper to. Well you guess it. Review movies. But he didn’t have a budget. And didn’t want to spend his own money. Being a resourceful lad, he reviewd the posters outside the movie theatres. Which reminds me. How many times I stood in lines. Outside of movie theatres. In rain. In snow. Freezing. And staring at the posters that advertised the movie. Sometimes the posters were better than the movies. I have listed here twenty of my favourite movies, by showing you their posters. Perhaps in a future blog I will list my favourite posters.

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