A leaden Ronald Reagan statue, cast in bronze. Unveiled in London. On the 236th anniversary of the day that the American colonies declared their independence from the new sculpture’s host, no less.
Who would have ever imagined?
Then again, who would have ever imagined some of the creative offerings that the Gipper inspired?
The Prison Courtyard, 1990.
I saw this painting +/- 20 years ago, and have never forgotten it.
A lesser known painting by Vincent van Gogh, but possibly my favorite work by him. The composition copied from a print by Gustave Doré.
I wonder if John Lydon was thinking of this painting when he wrote the lyrics to Round?
Adrien Coorte, Still life with White Aparagus, 1697
A spontaneous visit to the Rijksmuseum.
A spontaneous encounter with an unknown painting.
A new favorite.
Maybe it’s the fact that markets and supermarkets are currently overflowing with white asparagus.
A vegetable that I’ve always struggled to appreciate, unlike its green counterpart.
Maybe it was the “director’s choice” signage next to it.
I hope not.
Maybe it was the translucence of the paint and the simplicity and intimacy of the composition.
I think so.
Maybe it was a combination of all of the above.
A couple of years ago, I was reading a Joe Zucker interview, by Chuck Close, in BOMB magazine. There was one segment, where Zucker briefly discusses the fear of many an artist, including yours truly. The plague of writer’s block. The quote above, was Close’s response.
While it sounds like something I’ve heard for years, it was one of those moments of clarity that we all seek.
Maybe, one of these days, I’ll actually get around to following his advice.
Having never studied architecture, sociology, let alone urban planning (a pity in retrospect), I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that I missed this classic film by William H. Whyte. I think I’ll chalk this one up to better late, than never. Enjoy.
I have nothing to say, and I’m saying it.
When you grow up (professionally) in a city with some of the best museums in the world, you become spoiled.
This I know.
When you live in a city that has some world class museums, you manage to make due.
This I have done.
When said museums have been closed for renovations for 5 years, what do you do?
These days, this is what I do.