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| writing around someone I write every day. Sometimes fiction, more often commentary on political events and personalities, art and music, or literature. It's hard to nail me down to one thing, so this blog is where I put items that interest me that are connected, in general, with the Arts. |
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June 24, 2003
Art scrollBelgian Anick Le Cerf has provided the equivalent of a blog inhorizontal format that makes it seem very unusual. Take a look, it includes her resume, portfolio and regular remarks: popupgirl.com
Moveable ArtThis space is usually about writing, but today I want to bring to your attention an art website that is fascinating: Dario Picciau's Visual experience
June 14, 2003
RainEarly yesterday morning when I went out the air was filled with water. At first I thought it was raining, then I understood that the air was superating like a raw wound. The greenery was lush -- almost too lush, in a sinister way. The tick-laden grass leaned in toward me as I walked on the sluggish ground.
June 10, 2003
Spanish artYesterday I happened upon the web pages of Spanish artist Mario Rodriguez Ruiz. Most ofthe site is in Spanish, which I hardly read at all. But I was taken by his images of angels, especially one of a sullen young angel. These angels inhabit a gritty world where the lamb of god is skinned (thus not cute and cudly); and the angels look neither majestic nor beatific, but angry or confused.
In the US and probably elsewhere there has been a run on angels of the adorable cherub sort and of the charming smiling girl sort who magically helps you through your troubles. With those angels about, one may rest assured that all is right in the world, that god's in his heaven and if your leaders are doing something troubling, please believe that it was meant to be, all part of god's plan, yadda yadda yadda. All will become clear when you die, no questions now. Looking at Ruiz's angels, one may understand that possibly there is no Plan, but if there is, it is a broken, poor excuse for a Plan, allowing as it does for the undeserving to gain comfort, the innocent to be maimed, and for young dreamers to be snatched from this life before they have a chance to figure out why they're here. For these angels, things did not become clear whenthey died. . June 05, 2003
When in doubt, Pun(t)The ornithologist invited pals to a bird-watching party at the lake. He had invitations printed. The printer inadvertently dropped an 'r.' The invitations said "Egrets Only."
How Sweet It IsI read this story recently online:
Returning from a trip to visit my grandmother in Canada, I was stopped by a state trooper in New York for exceeding the speed limit. Grateful to have received a warning instead of a ticket, I gave him a small bag of my grandmother's delicious chocolate chip cookies and proceeded on my way. Later, I was stopped by another trooper. "What have I done?" I asked "Nothing," the trooper said, smiling. "I heard you were passing out great chocolate chip cookies." |
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