Back to the Future. Work by Irina Werning. You can’t wait to see the next pair. Years ago (actually a couple weekends ago) I thought of doing this. Same person. Same pose. Same details. Ten or more years apart. But God, it seemed like a lot of work. Something I never champion. Glad that Ms. Werning put the time in.
Manuel Archain has a very funny sense of humor. Reminds me of a young Woody Allen.
He takes a very simple idea and blows it up. Making it into a story. The logical extension of absurdity.
You can see Magritte. And Dali. I could go on. There is nothing wrong with having influences. And this artist has ideas. But he is not brilliant. Accomplished sounds insulting. And that is not my intent. But no matter how much I respect his work, I can’t help but thinking that I’ve seen each piece before.
She has been a controversial figure in the arts since she burst upon the Paris scene in the 1970s. Sounds like something from a cheap tabloid. A peculiar French taste in artists. Irina Ionesco allowed her daughter to be photographed in what was described as erotic photographs. Eva was about 11 years old. Some people called the photographs pornographic. Ionesco’s work cries out to be analyzed. Which may mean that it is pretentious. The whole story sounds silly.
This is a lovely somewhat melancholy video. The guitar playing, flat and almost tinny adds to the wonderful sentimental quality of the work. The singers voice is not exceptional on this work. But if I was nineteen I might find it irresistible.
Vocals and Lyrics: Marisol Celestia
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Body painting. I hope these aren’t tattoos. Actually seeing the video makes you appreciate how interesting these body paintings are. I think the technique is actually more interesting than the final product. Maybe they’re supposed to be kitsch. (is that how you spell it?) Would it work with older more calorie endowed individuals?
What lovely patterns. Isn’t this everyone’s fantasy. Quite a step up on snow angels.
Two of my goals in life. Dreams really. Bucket List. Someone else’s. I wanted to be a professional boxer. Like Muhammed Ali. I could take a punch. And an opera singer. I am tone deaf. Of course I shall become neither of these. And age has nothing to do with it. Check out this market. Its one of my fantasies.
Robert Carlos Clarke stepped in front of a train. I have found his images disturbing. But are they coloured by his death? There are many disturbing images in the arts. I have created a few myself. And I’m sure that there is some writer of Hallmark Cards who has put the barrel of a 45 in his mouth. And emptied out his head. I have theorized in the past that it is only minor artists whose work reflects their mental state. That great artists can reflect any mood, atmosphere, idea no matter their disposition.
Look at where you are standing. Then the horizon. It as if the pieces were stamped out on the same machine. They are Dali like. And they are lovely to look at. But they are always giving you the same view. Its like a roast in your oven. From your vantage point standing outside the oven it looks the same as a turkey.
Leo Patzelt. 450 degrees for 70 minutes.
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