Monday, June 27, 2011

“In art, immorality cannot exist.”

- Auguste Rodin

You must know that I do not love and that I love you,
because everything alive has its two sides;
a word is one wing of silence,
fire has its cold half.
I love you in order to begin to love you,
to start infinity again
and never to stop loving you:
that’s why I do not love you yet.
I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held
keys in my hand: to a future of joy-
a wretched, muddled fate-
My love has two lives, in order to love you:
that’s why I love you when I do not love you,
and also why I love you when I do.

Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XLIV

Sunday, June 26, 2011


Don Draper lives at Waverly and Sixth (circa '64/'65). My families restaurant during the sixties and early seventies was only one block south of Waverly on Sixth...OBVIOUSLY DON ATE THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The business of business is business

In the 1980s Pantene hired a branding consultant to redesign their packaging and increase flagging sales. He worked on the job for three months, carrying out studies on site and working from his own offices. At the end of the consultancy period he recommended they add two words to their packaging: ‘and repeat’

Learn to draw! If you don’t, you’re gonna live your life getting around that and trying to compensate for that.

- S​a​u​l​ ​B​a​s​s, ​​​B​r​a​i​n​ ​P​i​c​k​i​n​g​s

We don’t know why artists talk the way they do, they must think people are listening. They walk around conjuring up theories to justify their complete superfluousness, just like everybody else does.

- A​r​t​ ​E​x​p​e​r​t​ ​​S​q​u​i​n​t​s​

Brandorini Faun

Barbarini Faun

But read him for five pages, ten pages, and you feel the peculiar relief that comes not so much from understanding as from being understood. ‘He knows all about me,’ you feel; ‘he wrote this specially for me’. It is as though you could hear a voice speaking to you, a friendly American voice, with no humbug in it, no moral purpose, merely an implicit assumption that we are all alike. For the moment you have got away from the lies and simplifications, the stylized, marionette-like quality of ordinary fiction, even quite good fiction, and are dealing with the recognizable experiences of human beings.

—George Orwell on Henry Miller.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Friday, June 24, 2011

Linda Benglis exhibition announcement 70's


Name please

Every time I see it, it's like fingernails on a chalk board. "da Vinci" is not Leonardo's last name; it's an appellation referring to where he was born. Calling him "da Vinci" is like calling Monty Python's fictional Johann Gambolputty de von Ausfern Schplenden Schlitter Crass Cren Bon Fried Digger Dingle Dangle Dongle Dungle Burstein von Knacker Trasher Apple Banger Horowitz Ticolensic Grander Knotty Spelltinkle Grandlich Grumblemeyer Spelter Wasser Kürstlich Himble Eisenbahnwagen Gutenabend Bitte einen Nürnburger Bratwürstel Gespurten mit Zweimache Luber Hundsfut Gumberaber Schönendanker Kalbsfleisch Mittelraucher von Hauptkopft of Ulm "Mr. of Ulm". That's what really drove me crazy about The Da Vinci Code, a novel with not only one, but two errors in the title ("da" shouldn't be capitalized).

Naming conventions in art history (and history in general) are complicated and often irksome because of these "of place name" names, particularly because sometimes families did eventually adopt these names as proper surnames (Rogier van der Weyden [Rogier de la Pasture in French] and Jan van Eyck come to mind). Other commonly known names are nicknames: Botticelli, for instance, means
little barrel; his actual name was Alessandro di Mariano di Vanni Filipepi; Masaccio (Tommaso di Ser Giovanni di Simone) means big ugly Tom, to distinguish him from his colleague Masolino (Tommaso di Cristoforo Fini), or little Tom. Other names are completely spurious (there was no artist named Matthias Grünewald, for instance, and his real name is debated), while others are pseudonyms, like Hieronymus Bosch, whose real name was Jeroen Anthoniszoon van Aken.






REALLY matter
it's JUST not

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

My mood right now

Dear Lord

Der Fuhrer

Love this photo


Loneliness does not come from having no people around one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.

Carl Jung

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don’t mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don’t sing
all the time

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn’t half bad
if it isn’t you

Oh the world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t much mind
a few dead minds
in the higher places
or a bomb or two
now and then
in your upturned faces
or such other improprieties
as our Name Brand society
is prey to
with its men of distinction
and its men of extinction
and its priests
and other patrolmen

and its various segregations
and congressional investigations
and other constipations
that our fool flesh
is heir to

Yes the world is the best place of all
for a lot of such things as
making the fun scene
and making the love scene
and making the sad scene
and singing low songs and having inspirations
and walking around
looking at everything
and smelling flowers
and goosing statues
and even thinking
and kissing people and
making babies and wearing pants
and waving hats and
and going swimming in rivers
on picnics
in the middle of the summer
and just generally
‘living it up’
but then right in the middle of it
comes the smiling


—Lawrence Ferlinghetti, The World Is A Beautiful Place

Leda and the Swan