Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Mark Rothko

Mark Rothko

It’s my misery I have to paint this kind of painting, it’s your misery to have to love it, & the price of the misery is $1350. Cite Arrow Rothko

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

POSE AND PORTRAIT

THICK.WAXED.VANISHED.ABRADED.PHYSICAL-beautiful

IT JUST IS

Art is useless because its aim is simply to create a mood. It is not meant to instruct, or to influence action in any way. It is superbly sterile, and the note of its pleasure is sterility. If the contemplation of a work of art is followed by activity of any kind, the work is either of a very second-rate order, or the spectator has failed to realise the complete artistic impression.

A work of art is useless as a flower is useless. A flower blossoms for its own joy. We gain a moment of joy by looking at it. That is all that is to be said about our relations to flowers. Of course man may sell the flower, and so make it useful to him, but this has nothing to do with the flower. It is not part of its essence. It is accidental. It is a misuse. All this is I fear very obscure. But the subject is a long one.

Cite Arrow Oscar Wilde, clarifying the now famous and often misconstrued line, ‘All art is quite useless’. (via letters of note)

THE GUISE OF SIMPLICITY

PHILIP GUSTON

SOUND FAMILIAR?

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. Cite Arrow A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

ANDY SANS PANTS

"OH THE MANATEE"!