tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40670348186165663622024-02-06T23:15:10.544-05:00Blackie OceanBlackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-77125790517470902332011-04-15T00:12:00.001-04:002011-04-19T23:44:41.365-04:00Odi et AmoMy iPhone is too possessive.<br /><br />It jealously guards my time,<br /><br />And questions who I've been talking to<br /><br />Without the benefit of its facilitation.<br /><br />It has replaced all the other mechanical friends<br /><br />and still it is not satisfied.<br /><br />My iPhone is unstable, a borderline personality<br /><br />That can't be left alone, <br />and can't be reasoned with.<br />Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-66710563973262488522010-09-10T00:46:00.000-04:002010-09-10T00:46:14.893-04:00Stoner Starns<br />
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<a href="http://www.giambarba.com/index_3.html"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Sleeve and package design for PG Special Edition of the Polaroid One Camera, 2009</span></i></span></a></div>
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What a relief! Or maybe not? How did Polaroid do a 180 on the demise of instant film and end up with <a href="http://www.polaroid.com/Gaga/">Lady GaGa as creative director</a>? The new <a href="http://www.polaroid.com/products/0/354634/Instant_Camera">Polaroid Classic Instant 300</a> takes pictures the size of a business card. A ten pack is ten dollars at Target online. More promisingly, the Impossible Project is now marketing their own versions of Polaroid film and new cameras, with package designs by Paul Giambarba, the creator of the original Polaroid product identity. With the art market in mind, their custom camera kits are also instant, as in instantly disappearing into buyer's hands, and their initial beta film products are selling briskly -- a new black and white stock called Silver Shade goes for $33 USD for an eight pack, including shipping. Best news of all: an <a href="http://shop.the-impossible-project.com/news?start=20">article</a> on the Impossible site describes how the Silver Shade film can be manipulated just like the original SX70 film. <br />
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<a href="http://www.polaroid.com/category/0/354633/Classic_Instant">Polaroid Classic Instant 300 and Instant 300 Film</a><br />
<a href="http://www.giambarba.com/">Paul Giambarba Website</a><br />
<a href="http://giam.typepad.com/">The Branding of Polaroid</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.readymade.com/magazine/article/how_did_you_get_that_fing_awesome_job_paul_giambarba">"How Did you Get That F*&%ing Awesome Job," <i>ReadyMade, </i>Aug-Sept 2010</a><br />
<br />Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-69952985682687770492010-06-03T23:32:00.003-04:002010-06-03T23:36:22.183-04:00No Direct or Indirect Affiliation or Involvement with Copyright<object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QddkHo1X5qY&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0">
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"The artists Christo and Jeanne-Claude have no direct or indirect affiliation or involvement with AT&T."<br />
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This disclaimer has been appended to the current AT&T commercial "<span class="" title="AT&T Rethink
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Las Vegas strip. Hmmm. Isn't this a little like a bank robber claiming that the money he is spending has no direct or indirect affiliation or involvement with the bank it came from? <br />
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Perhaps you assumed that perhaps Christo did, in a moment of grief at Jeanne Claude's passing in November, agree to license his concept to AT&T? Were you then surprised to see this teeny-lettered disclaimer added to the end of the commercial? Apparently, directly or indirectly implied in a recent <a href="http://news.cnet.com/8301-17852_3-20005703-71.html">CNET</a> news posting, AT&T actually thought they were ripping off a Bosnian/Herzegovinian cell phone company called
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Say what you will about Texas, they don't stint on their museums -- that "bigger is better" phenomenon that is typically applied to steak, egos, and trucks can also benefit the arts, even if there is often a Remington-room whether you want it or not. A recent foray to the <a href="http://www.themodern.org/">Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth</a> helped to redeem the entire city. According to the museum's website, "The Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth's building
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A right nice selection from the permanent collection includes three Richter's, a Rothko, a roomful of Scully's, a perfectly installed Donald Judd, and more. A really big travelling exhibit of Andy Warhol -- really big -- with a little bit of everything -- and a small exhibit of Ben Jones' digital paintings round out the institutional cred. If you are ever stuck in Fort Worth, the Modern might just make it worth it.<br />
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Last weekend we went to Atlanta to <a href="http://www.thecontemporary.org/">the Contemporary</a> to enjoy the new show "Substitute Teacher" and to hear "Co-curators Regine Basha and Stuart Horodner discuss the evolution of <a href="http://www.thecontemporary.org/exhibitions/substitute-teacher/"><i>Substitute Teacher</i></a> with exhibiting artist Nina Katchadourian." What a treat. As a long time Nina-phile, it was wonderful to see that in person she is low-key, funny, unpretentious, smart, and has what must be a great relationship with her parents.<br />
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The group opened with discussion about the meaning of the title "Substitute Teacher." Horodner said, "We all remember that moment when a substitute walks into the room and you knew right away that it was not normal." Katchadourian added, "And immediately you begin to think about what you can get away with." Their point, it seemed, was that the work in the show embraced learning, unlearning, teaching, and the unexpected outcomes of tackling a particular subject. They referenced the "Apprentice Syndrome," coined by artist Daniel Boshkov, for artists whose practices involved research projects as a foundation for their work. Examples in the show included an artist whose project was to learn Arabic as an artistic act, and Paul Ramírez Jonas, whose project involves climbing the highest summits in each of the fifty states.<br />
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The show had emerged from the curation process with a strong element of text and language that would have been much less successful if it had been sought deliberately. Instead, words provide subtext or counterpoint to the overt messages of the piece. In Katchadourian's photograph, the first thought I had was that it was some kind of anti-authoritarian protest, followed quickly by the second realization that her subjects are talking to her, which is funny and subversive. She had noticed them out the window and had decided to use them to make a mustache, but they kept crawling up her nose. Her mother suggested putting honey on her upper lip to keep them in place to get the picture. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L.H.O.O.Q.%21">L.H.O.O.Q</a> revisited. <br />
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Best quote from Nina: "The job description of artist is the alibi, or the umbrella, that allows me to do all of the things I want to do."<br />
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<a href="http://www.ninakatchadourian.com/">Nina Katchadourian's Web Site</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.thecontemporary.org/">The Contemporary</a>Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-19631159913212963072010-01-19T12:52:00.004-05:002010-01-19T12:56:30.063-05:00Atlanta is Flooded<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On a recent dreary Saturday, Richard Flood ventured forth from NYC's <a href="http://newmuseum.org/">New Museum</a> to the <a href="http://www.thecontemporary.org/">Atlanta Contemporary Art Center</a>, where he was called upon to explain why <a href="http://www.cremaster.net/">Matthew Barney</a>, why <a href="http://www.gagosian.com/artists/richard-prince/">Richard Prince</a>, and why him. Like an experienced dinner party guest, he related the evolution of his career as, well, a series of dinner parties: serendipitous opportunities that arose out of his interests, relationships, and the strange way that life can present a solution at just the right juncture to just the right person. His gifts of story and humor combined with his sensitivity to the artist have enabled him to shepherd artists to the forefront through multiple contexts, including <a href="http://artforum.com/">Art Forum</a>, <a href="http://www.gladstonegallery.com/">Barbara Gladstone Gallery</a>, and the <a href="http://www.walkerart.org/">Walker Art Center</a>. <br />
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Swirling around in decades of anecdote, some choice tidbits:<br />
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<li>On being a managing editor: "The most horrible, brutal job you can get."</li>
<li>On first going into the unknown Matthew Barney's studio: "I walked into the future, it was nothing like anything I'd ever seen, an incredible fusion between sports and art."</li>
<li>On reaching out to the unappreciated Richard Prince: "He was sitting in the dark like a dog who had been horribly abused."</li>
<li>On his decision to go to Minneapolis: "Both of my parents had died. I was shut down and negative. I was in analysis. I didn't like who I had become, how I was using my humor."</li>
<li>On Minneapolis: "I never liked Minneapolis but grew to fall in love with Minnesota."</li>
<li>On working with artists: "When you ask an artist to do a solo exhibition, it's a huge weight on them -- you're asking them to take off their clothes and stand there naked and be assessed, and the market has changed and the critical marketplace has changed."</li>
<li>On <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Gober">Robert Gober</a>'s "Slides of a Changing Painting": "It's the Rosetta Stone for his practice."</li>
<li>On the disappearance of major works into private collections: "It's an American problem." <br /></li>
<li>On younger staff guiding him through the "prairie dog village" of the blogosphere during the recent <a href="http://nymag.com/news/intelligencer/62054/">controversy</a> surrounding "<a href="http://www.newmuseum.org/exhibitions/421/the_imaginary_museum_dakis_joannou_collection">The Imaginary Museum</a>," an exhibition that will expose the private collection of museum trustee Dakis Joannou: "There's a growing crisis in print media. Horrible things are happening to newspapers. I have 23 year old interns who have told me they have never touched a newspaper. I am starting to doubt the necessity of the catalog. We are walking into an entirely new world. [I decided to] embrace the controversy and found a brand new public. We'll go through it and learn from it. Of course, it will be worse when the show goes up -- the collection is provocative."</li>
<li>On the provincialism of NYC, affirming in part the insularity that affects cultural institutions including the New Museum: "Get rid of it, get New York out of your system, and start a conversaton with the rest of the country."<br /></li>
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Suicide is not funny or cute. The <a href="http://suicidemachine.org/">Web 2.0 Suicide Machine</a>, however legitimately it proposes to extinguish and extricate the prisoners of social networking sites, has a cute Hello-Kitty-style logo that is actually a goodbye noose. Yes, social networking can be a real waste of time. Yes, it is ridiculous that someone would have 800 virtual friends but no real social life. And, yes, it is true that many people avoid social networking for the same reasons that others wish to disentangle themselves from their online relationships: too much data, too accessible, too perpetual, too much blah blah blather.<br />
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The <a href="http://www.networkworld.com/community/node/49470">cease and desist letter that Facebook sent to the Web 2.0 Suicide Machine</a> suggests a more sinister issue however: their ownership of your "stuff." They own it, not you, and you are not permitted to allow scripts such as those employed by the W2SM to operate as your agent. Only a person can make those actions. Of course, there are good reasons that websites don't want automated agents running through their servers and deleting things. Imagine what kind of unintentional damage could be done. On the other hand, people want those agents because it is too time-consuming to do the deletion yourself. In an example cited on the W2SM site, one person with 1000 friends took 9 hours to delete manually and 52 minutes to delete using the W2SM site.<br />
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Is the Art Fair back? Are the buyers buying? One thing is for sure, Karmelo Bermejo and the gallery Maisterravalbuena are hoping to hook whatever fish they can.
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<a href="http://artbaselmiamibeach-online.com/index.php5?id=174287&Action=showCompany">Maisterravalbuena at Art Basel Miami Beach</a><br />Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-60124118131905149632009-11-19T21:21:00.009-05:002009-11-19T22:39:45.751-05:00Social Tedia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_tjUVDO1_qxAcljwlhPHLo14d_kGog1Bb7ZkgAkx9WKPCQVeuFPMVnNhDzRLmp5agnuJ3B7_yNfZeCO76pWNkJwOsHkk0ek1yna7sCPtbOGONQvkJSklbENuIXjXUi4jB7FOdVwWy60/s1600/toptwittertopics.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_tjUVDO1_qxAcljwlhPHLo14d_kGog1Bb7ZkgAkx9WKPCQVeuFPMVnNhDzRLmp5agnuJ3B7_yNfZeCO76pWNkJwOsHkk0ek1yna7sCPtbOGONQvkJSklbENuIXjXUi4jB7FOdVwWy60/s320/toptwittertopics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406016546947815330" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_many_tweets_have_been_posted_on_Twitter">A million tweets a day</a>. That's 140 million characters. <a href="http://www.intomobile.com/2009/04/06/americans-sent-1-trillion-sms-text-messages-in-2008.html">3.5 billion text messages a day</a>. That's 560 billion characters. All together, there are 700 billion individual letters being sent through the ether. You'd think with so many monkeys typing, that the new Shakespeare would emerge through sheer random chance. And yet, there you have it: New Moon, what not to say on a first date, and with whom everybody is watching Grey's Anatomy. Not to mention all those Facebook posts about breakfast, TV, and pictures of us eating breakfast and watching TV.<br /><br><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmhMQng-l2PSJIuZ2CjgyZ6FKl3jgoR8TnnlkKvU5W0VvnAQrgtlJMP8qvcCx0LE0e_-a0gP943KLtY-5ndMqgWWhkKyIv62jMS9UjQwihs6uWWormv09Gq3TqFdI6TMuC4RvRb1mjOvg/s1600/boredomtweets.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmhMQng-l2PSJIuZ2CjgyZ6FKl3jgoR8TnnlkKvU5W0VvnAQrgtlJMP8qvcCx0LE0e_-a0gP943KLtY-5ndMqgWWhkKyIv62jMS9UjQwihs6uWWormv09Gq3TqFdI6TMuC4RvRb1mjOvg/s320/boredomtweets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406011145682244690" border="0" /><br /><br /><br><br /><br /></a>How many phone calls, texts, and postings are made just to tell someone where we are, where we're going, like miniature <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Where_Do_We_Come_From%3F_What_Are_We%3F_Where_Are_We_Going%3F">Gauguins</a>? U, me, 2, 4, dinner, bar, drink, l8r, lol, wow, ok, gnite. We are requiring ourselves to say so little in such tiny ways. In the December 2009 issue of Vanity Fair Jim Windolf writes about how we are "<a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2009/12/cuteness-200912">Addicted to Cute</a>," citing the popularity of cat videos on YouTube and the scientific evidence suggesting we are wired to respond protectively to cute things. By extension, he proposes that the demoralized American populace is taking refuge in infantile big eyed snuggies, hoping that someone will snuggle us through the bad times. Like little bleeting lambs, little tweeting birds, everybody is talking baby talk: repetitive, monosyllabic, and insipid.Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-64445150081111676282009-10-17T23:40:00.009-04:002009-10-18T12:19:22.868-04:00Where the Child Things Are<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinFpPO2uPKBR9m5OG1rzpJWB84qyeiHDrap-hcO90FPxqYX0jphfKWZQmejv1wvxqR9Yhp67c_hynJ9DTtC97iym4EEB3TUhOXqSgBSWHrVQAVYf5D1sW1iKzkpjEadVWzC2v4liOobIk/s1600-h/where-the-wild-things-are-movie-still.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinFpPO2uPKBR9m5OG1rzpJWB84qyeiHDrap-hcO90FPxqYX0jphfKWZQmejv1wvxqR9Yhp67c_hynJ9DTtC97iym4EEB3TUhOXqSgBSWHrVQAVYf5D1sW1iKzkpjEadVWzC2v4liOobIk/s320/where-the-wild-things-are-movie-still.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393781024595498946" border="0" /></a><a href="http://movies.popcrunch.com/first-pictures-from-where-the-wild-things-are/"><span style="font-size:78%;">Max and Carol</span></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Spike Jones has exceeded all expectations with <span style="font-style: italic;">Where the Wild Things Are</span>. More cohesive, consistent, and complete than the loopy and fantastical "Being John Malcovich" and "Adaptation," the movie has an internal logic that never falters and that persuades on multiple levels: the characters, their universally familiar behaviors of childhood and family, and the big feelings that we all struggle with and that become monstrous when we can't control them, making us feel worse than ever. Sad, sweet, and funny, including a knock knock joke that gets a genuine laugh, the movie pushes you along far past the book that inspired it, into its own story, its own reason for being, its own catharsis. A must see for disfunctional families everywhere, if only we can stand to watch ourselves. Get yourselves in a big pile and dream...<br /></div><br /><br><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://movies.nytimes.com/2009/10/16/movies/16where.html">New York Times Likes It</a>: <span style="font-style: italic;">With “Where the Wild Things Are” he has made a work of art that stands up to its source and, in some instances, surpasses it.<br /><br><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=113653690">NPR Likes It Too:</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> Except, "its characters come with a back story, to my mind one that spells things out too much" and "And one alteration by Jonze and co-screenwriter Dave Eggers is unpardonable: Max dashes out of the house instead of getting sent to bed without supper, so there are no bedroom walls melting away, no forest rolling in — one of the book's most indelible images." </span>(David Edelstein)<br /><br /><br /><br><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=113653755">And They Don't Like it Either:</a> <span style="font-style: italic;"> It's painful to say this — and even more painful to watch it unfold onscreen — but Maurice Sendak's beloved </span><em style="font-style: italic;">Where the Wild Things Are</em><span style="font-style: italic;"> has been turned into a self-indulgent cinematic fable that neither parents nor children are going to like. </span><span>(Kenneth Turan)</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="http://featuresblogs.chicagotribune.com/talking_pictures/2009/10/where-the-wild-things-are-4-stars.html">Clueless Viewer, Didn't Like It: </a><span style="font-style: italic;"> This movie was a complete disappointment. I felt the trailers for this film were misleading in that it didn't show the distorted emotions that most characters in this film possessed. My children were unsure of the Monsters intentions based on the monsters actions. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Carol clearly had anger management problems.</span> And the list goes on and on.... This film was totally not what we all were expecting. </span><span>(Blackie Ocean: Really?)</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><br><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYifghvtQodQNTf8CgpgCT9D1YXOQq1D12e0WZajJ7D3am4lDseC8yfwwnLJVQzHIaA5bxg3qGH1yBZXWx3G_JOvsGC9LldUNRf0RCbWnvnTXXU8Ldb-PhnBuVR4Je_XMuuDBh_Ur5I4/s1600-h/where-the-wild-things-are-movie-still2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYifghvtQodQNTf8CgpgCT9D1YXOQq1D12e0WZajJ7D3am4lDseC8yfwwnLJVQzHIaA5bxg3qGH1yBZXWx3G_JOvsGC9LldUNRf0RCbWnvnTXXU8Ldb-PhnBuVR4Je_XMuuDBh_Ur5I4/s320/where-the-wild-things-are-movie-still2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393795775307299378" border="0" /></a><a href="http://movies.popcrunch.com/first-pictures-from-where-the-wild-things-are/"><span style="font-size:78%;">Max and Carol II<br /></span></a></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div></div>Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-2077685233069987792009-10-02T00:43:00.004-04:002009-10-06T00:45:05.440-04:00Steel Panther is Creeping Up On You<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmyPsqnPyrUoCPaLYk6Jj185zNBwK0TPhXrklQi_2P3QCfWIijEPEFVTScy1da-0TZ6gUn09wKPACh9wGe2uyvVWpwaAyhiKCbqex5NvNogpp2qgj7ufqtaANv_Ug0nnGCbpNVe0II1M/s1600-h/steelpanther.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmyPsqnPyrUoCPaLYk6Jj185zNBwK0TPhXrklQi_2P3QCfWIijEPEFVTScy1da-0TZ6gUn09wKPACh9wGe2uyvVWpwaAyhiKCbqex5NvNogpp2qgj7ufqtaANv_Ug0nnGCbpNVe0II1M/s320/steelpanther.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387862039954586514" border="0" /></a><br />I tremble before the manhood that is Steel Panther. Their record, <span style="font-style: italic;">Feel the Steel</span>, might be the greatest thing since Spinal Tap. Best of all is their umlaut-rampant <a href="http://www.steelpantherrocks.com/">website</a>: those pouts, those cheekbones, that spandex! They could be mistaken for a Pat Benataur work-out video. I'll leave it to the rock dudes to explicate the music: metal, shmetal. The lyrics are funny as all get out.<br /><br />Feel the Steel!<br /><br /><p></p><br /><a href="http://www.roadrunnerrecords.com/blabbermouth.net/news.aspx?mode=Article&newsitemID=128003">Check out the Maxim Interview</a>Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-58549238343361386982009-09-15T21:50:00.012-04:002009-09-15T22:47:03.653-04:00The Shark That Jumped Itself: Bad Blood and True Fans<object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vxINMuOgAu8&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vxINMuOgAu8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"></embed></object><br /><br /><br><br /><br><br /><br /><br />The second season of <a href="http://www.hbo.com/trueblood/season2/"><span style="font-style: italic;">True Blood</span></a> has wrapped its crazy self up, leaving us with a bad hangover and a case of the heebie jeebies. Did our eyes really go black and round? Did we really roll around howling like a banshee with our disgusting next door neighbor/mechanic/teacher/crazy street person? Are the pictures on Facebook?<br /><br><br /><br><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Like the residents of Bon Temps, we are wondering whether the good times rolled right out of town on the back of a Maenad.<br /><br><br /><br><br /><br /><br /><br />Season one built on the anticipation of the trailer and milked the suspense of the new, hooking viewers with its strange universe. Season two relied on endless cheesecake and replaced suspense with tedious exposition and dialogue that exposed the limits of the accents of many of the actors.<br /><br /><br><br /><br><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWm27jJtvTrgySSK1A4cQ16FNhbewfhMJ_ZTycqGUcB8N6kebnpQBIaIppF5Q4dWNbRfF132fkVJ3VhQcxGp5QFNzNz6hrH4cGbnPJBJHVdLNXAWjwtup6oKCL_KYm4ZZKEuoo6Osy1qY/s1600-h/lafayette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWm27jJtvTrgySSK1A4cQ16FNhbewfhMJ_ZTycqGUcB8N6kebnpQBIaIppF5Q4dWNbRfF132fkVJ3VhQcxGp5QFNzNz6hrH4cGbnPJBJHVdLNXAWjwtup6oKCL_KYm4ZZKEuoo6Osy1qY/s320/lafayette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381880963183126082" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.trueblood-news.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/lafayette.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>The Victorious Actor Nelsan Ellis</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br><br /><br><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The only cast member who was able to withstand the ridiculousness of season two is Nelsan Ellis, who managed to make sweet music of the sorry lines he was given. His channeling of the gay, vamp-bitten, gun-shy, outrageous, self-possessed and tender character of Lafayette may forever mark his career, and certainly redeems the overall implausibility of this season: the entire town gone mad, orgiastic, consumed, destructive, cutting off their own fingers and flinging themselves around like a fourth grade production of Hair. Season three seems doomed to drown in its own shark bait. If only the show could be more like the trailer...or as good as the fan videos on YouTube.<br /></div></div><br /><br /><br><br /><br><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvAuuZrXFxY&feature=related">Lafayette FanVid (Lily Allen's "I Could Be Your Fag Hag")</a><br /><br /><br><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NV54K_1Y2w&feature=fvw">Eric Northman Fan Video</a><br /><br /><br><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcbS2PDHOko&feature=related">Eric Sexy Back Fan Video</a><br /><br /><br><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U4YwONx1St4&feature=related">True Blood Fan Video: It's Raining Men</a><br /><br /><br /><br><br /><br /><a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/showtracker/2009/09/recap-true-blood-season-2-finale.html">Jessica Gelt Recaps the Finale</a>Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-47158178312653640202009-09-05T22:43:00.020-04:002009-09-05T23:39:43.996-04:00In the Beginning: A Guest Correspondent Reports from Pennsylvania<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2WFf3yiN0dONOu5jZ2IyCbI3qU0ePSa1H6mNxgjeXuV32y-uQiFYuzKJzl9HIbIO83aQMFxT9HBnAMtLEsVR6i7f_j1C24sx-t9e0aWeLW36uLu4NgCWEXWXUiT9i8ITPVT7IHyHrS3M/s1600-h/GardenofEdenwithAdamandEve.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2WFf3yiN0dONOu5jZ2IyCbI3qU0ePSa1H6mNxgjeXuV32y-uQiFYuzKJzl9HIbIO83aQMFxT9HBnAMtLEsVR6i7f_j1C24sx-t9e0aWeLW36uLu4NgCWEXWXUiT9i8ITPVT7IHyHrS3M/s320/GardenofEdenwithAdamandEve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378182084689953698" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.vacationsmadeeasy.com/LancasterPA/activity/IntheBeginningatTheSightSoundMillenniumTheatre.cfm#comments"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Excellent production. Parking, seating etc. was well handled.<i style="font-style: italic;">-Violet Murphy, Greer, SC</i></span></span></a></div><br /><br /><p><br />Recently a dear relation attended the cultural offering at the Sight and Sound Millennium Theatre in Strasburg, Pennsylvania entitled "<span style="font-style: italic;">In the Beginning</span>." Her account follows; one is tempted to think it is a tad exaggerated until the Site and Sound <a href="http://www.sight-sound.com/">website</a> <a href="http://www.sight-sound.com/WebSiteSS/getshowdetails.do?eventCD=ITB">proves otherwise</a>.<br /></p><p><br /></p><blockquote>"The show itself was in a huge, new theater almost like the Taj Mahal in the middle of nowhere surrounded by farmland. Huge cast, much elaborate scenery as they depicted the story of Adam and Eve. Audience was mostly made up of bus loads of people like us.<br /><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJL75hY5yhk-FG-8RZhvcFsrmCgt31g-MocBJhTHHfo4GWAKviM7DAbPQONpyo4XFl4-mx_MSpMLiTwXH-zsAg0HIR-XqDzUAakOsNDZjr4oAmIyF5QKCAgdQpvDRg7N6VPGprHyxywg/s1600-h/mt_ext_angle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJL75hY5yhk-FG-8RZhvcFsrmCgt31g-MocBJhTHHfo4GWAKviM7DAbPQONpyo4XFl4-mx_MSpMLiTwXH-zsAg0HIR-XqDzUAakOsNDZjr4oAmIyF5QKCAgdQpvDRg7N6VPGprHyxywg/s320/mt_ext_angle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378181741187797858" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.sight-sound.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">Site and Sound Millenium Theatre</span></a><br /></div><p></p><blockquote>Music was contemporary which means that I can't remember any of the melody. Huge cast letter perfect but there was much use of smoke machines, thunder, lightning, ascensions into heaven, angels with flapping wings, live animals, and huge stuffed animals with people inside moving them about.</blockquote><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuoZ22wy4a8V-tW92VwrxS6vNV2rpGz-YEd_M-cQe5aln-SMNlSsUEDXu5M6ZWeYIT328mC3naDlSGm9a8mnXb_KDvjeD1YS_ueusCAvwrmC_al-9M-ZpNbLaBtNBCi-Z4uKma0FpmPA/s1600-h/AdamsjourneythroughtheGardenofEden.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuoZ22wy4a8V-tW92VwrxS6vNV2rpGz-YEd_M-cQe5aln-SMNlSsUEDXu5M6ZWeYIT328mC3naDlSGm9a8mnXb_KDvjeD1YS_ueusCAvwrmC_al-9M-ZpNbLaBtNBCi-Z4uKma0FpmPA/s320/AdamsjourneythroughtheGardenofEden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378182432162965330" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.vacationsmadeeasy.com/LancasterPA/activity/IntheBeginningatTheSightSoundMillenniumTheatre.cfm"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Eden</span></span></a><br /></div><p></p><blockquote>Angels on stage wore sneakers with the built-in rollers so they could move swiftly across large areas. The theater was enormous and with a huge surround. God was depicted throughout. He was played by a frail young man with waist-length black wavy wig and he wore a white chiffon robe with sequins and spangles showing from beneath that looked like an evening gown.<br /><br /></blockquote><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT0rNI4cmKAH_soDKufIUVJI4qCosXJ3OHluZBAFzlngh4UyEl6jtwUVWk-mp4ynPZs_EkbuAgrz7yorA-2OLGjKl9Ls7wP-5cGMcJ-ikbMUM2f98cMd8ajEgjkM1owar0dNUK6zLobvc/s1600-h/ThecreationofAdam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT0rNI4cmKAH_soDKufIUVJI4qCosXJ3OHluZBAFzlngh4UyEl6jtwUVWk-mp4ynPZs_EkbuAgrz7yorA-2OLGjKl9Ls7wP-5cGMcJ-ikbMUM2f98cMd8ajEgjkM1owar0dNUK6zLobvc/s320/ThecreationofAdam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378184060816269938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.vacationsmadeeasy.com/LancasterPA/activity/IntheBeginningatTheSightSoundMillenniumTheatre.cfm"><span style="font-style: italic;">God Created Adam In An Evening Gown</span></a><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: left;">Excellent voices but the play was long, dialogue was strange....Adam at one point said, "God is acting different today." Lots of climbing up rocks and hiding in caves and, best of all, there was a huge stuffed wooley mammouth that pulled a cart across the stage. Program note said they'd taken 'liberties with the story.' "<br /></div></blockquote><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcQSfISK3dDy6fuzLx-Ij5pj7Hwu79oKJ4pc2DvMTaD16uFZWac9yFqDonjowmeBuopXztcPK2kjUEd-Ro_W4QeI7R7oDSsyIf2RdL-aYcKsTxLnos59bp7h10wJH5HKuuBLsFEuT9ui8/s1600-h/MT_2006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcQSfISK3dDy6fuzLx-Ij5pj7Hwu79oKJ4pc2DvMTaD16uFZWac9yFqDonjowmeBuopXztcPK2kjUEd-Ro_W4QeI7R7oDSsyIf2RdL-aYcKsTxLnos59bp7h10wJH5HKuuBLsFEuT9ui8/s320/MT_2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378182721090082626" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.vacationsmadeeasy.com/LancasterPA/activity/IntheBeginningatTheSightSoundMillenniumTheatre.cfm#comments"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >mezzaine direct center seats with no one in your view, Excellent -Ralph Caiazza, Meriden, CT</span></a></div></div></blockquote><br /><br /><p><br /><br />We will never know, really, whether woolly mamouths and giant turtles lived at the same time as a couple named Adam and Eve. In a follow-up interview, our correspondent added that in the course of the production, Eve disappeared frequently into caves and emerged with babies, producing 43 children. And when God needed to ascend, the angels, who wore white and gold glitter masks with feathers on them, would come stand in front of him flapping their wings while he fastened on the flying gear. No effort was spared, just as God would have wanted it.<br /><br /><p><br /><br /><a href="http://www.vacationsmadeeasy.com/LancasterPA/activity/IntheBeginningatTheSightSoundMillenniumTheatre.cfm">Vacations Made Easy</a><br /></p><br /><br /><p><br /><a href="http://www.holylandexperience.com/">Religulous Holy Land Theme Park</a><br /></p><br /><br /><p><br /><a href="http://www.sight-sound.com/"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Experience God's pleasure at his most awesome creation, Adam and Eve, and the complete beauty of their unbroken relationship with God."</span></a></p>Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-79821748764257320232009-08-23T23:36:00.020-04:002009-08-25T08:39:34.932-04:00Mad Men and Epi-slams<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp4yqeGbMsaygMkh2UM52yt5oiXydo8p9DuFPZ2cETC-H2oyRoDUPiVbM_rlpDZEic1-am7Oun3worddc2nP1qF2pFFMzh0ThcpSCnoObqBO5IHynm7n49JCU0oki_LhCWjhSWyotG8sM/s1600-h/Madmen270508_450x300.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp4yqeGbMsaygMkh2UM52yt5oiXydo8p9DuFPZ2cETC-H2oyRoDUPiVbM_rlpDZEic1-am7Oun3worddc2nP1qF2pFFMzh0ThcpSCnoObqBO5IHynm7n49JCU0oki_LhCWjhSWyotG8sM/s320/Madmen270508_450x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373746839966300386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.metro.co.uk/metrolife/article.html?in_article_id=149519&in_page_id=9">Don Draper</a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br />Late on the Mad Men bandwagon, I have spent the last two weeks in a feverish reverie, watching as fast as I could to complete the first two seasons before the season three premier.<br /><br /></p><p><br /><br />Television episodes designed for hour broadcast are actually about 47 minutes long, to allow for commercial breaks. When watched on DVD or on cable-on-demand or internet streaming, the stories can flow seamlessly without stopping, like movies. Suddenly, without the constant interruptions of loud and annoying commercials, the attention span is restored, the wandering around the house stops, the internet surfing idles. The lie of multi-tasking is laid aside, and one can be completely absorbed in the characters, plots, and subtleties. In conjunction with storylines that arc across multiple episodes, even across multiple seasons, the viewer can be drawn into a dreamlike immersion in story.<br /></p><p><br />With a complete season of disks, an entire weekend can be consumed watching an epislam of episodes. Easy obsession that is cheap to satisfy and less destructive than many other weekend hobbies. Like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confederates_in_the_Attic">civil war re-enactors who immerse themselves in a long re-creation of experience with such verisimillitude that they experience "period rush" and "Civil War-Gasm"</a>, the viewer of an entire season of Mad Men can feel like they have smoked a carton of cigarettes, clinked a couple dozen of ice filled glasses, and sat in perplexed and moody silence until the new era dawns. Like collectors of particular vintage artifacts, viewers can suffer "completism," in which every episode must be watched in chronological order, every commentary track parsed, every set of credits analyzed.<br /></p><p><br />A Google blog search of "dvd watching mad OR men, OR wire, OR lost, OR true OR blood" turns up over 1,295,416 hits; the addition of the word "obsessed" narrows the results to 51,027. How many people do you know who've told you they were watching one of these popular series from end to end?<br /></p><p><br />But Mad Men has a special hold on me. My parents were the same age as Don and Betty Draper at the same time in which the series is set; my father commuted to New York City from the suburbs; came home late on the train; traveled in a world of men and cocktails and golf, riding elevators in office buildings and having secretaries sit outside his glass windowed skyscraper offices. The sheer virtuosity of this recreated world has transfixed me, the details enhancing the effects of the "period rush." And the characters, beautifully clothed and riddled with flaws, mysteries, and self-occlusion, are fascinating in a way that is rare in television or movies of any kind. Like the opening credits, in which a stylized Don Draper falls through the caverns of skyscapers covered with advertising images, so I have fallen prey to series-itis, a benign ailment at worse, and at best, a dream to wallow in for a weekend or two.<br /></p><p><br /><a href="http://www.mercurynews.com/topstories/ci_13162392">A Contrary Opinion About Mad Men</a><br /></p><p><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madison_Avenue">The Real Madison Avenue</a><br /></p><p><br /><a href="http://www.amctv.com/originals/madmen/">Mad Men: Official Website</a><br /></p><p><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WcRr-Fb5xQo">Opening Credits (Beautiful!)</a><br /></p><p><br /><a href="http://thedude.vox.com/library/post/what-would-he-do.html">What Would Don Draper Do?</a></p>Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-45348085036080990922009-08-10T21:16:00.019-04:002009-08-12T22:57:19.626-04:00Stunner Ow-ers<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD1Aef5z8vBkJgnGZgsHaNW4h7dfhsifro_B7ryX7-bXvJiqYrn8joky5ouXGRMj4K1E4wH5qMFvq-tZmxXAAH1piXW6sIq1WE-YX5oCX1XO94-PeUV0siRrm70qG_AkDnwg8NsECmDNA/s1600-h/summerhours.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD1Aef5z8vBkJgnGZgsHaNW4h7dfhsifro_B7ryX7-bXvJiqYrn8joky5ouXGRMj4K1E4wH5qMFvq-tZmxXAAH1piXW6sIq1WE-YX5oCX1XO94-PeUV0siRrm70qG_AkDnwg8NsECmDNA/s320/summerhours.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369262010432980930" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.summerhours.com.au/"><span style="font-size:78%;">Summer Hours, 2009</span></a><br /><a href="http://www.lheuredete-film.mk2.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">L'Heure d'été</span></a><br /><br /></div>Summer Hours. Lovely and languid or tedious and torpid?<br /><br />Flat. Flatlined. No rising or falling action. No action. The plot points are barely blips in the flatness. It's discouraging to read the film website's synopsis; in fact, the reviews, too, which describe a "struggle" among the siblings, that they "remember" together about the past, that the objects represent something important, that there is conflict and resolution. The family dynamics are so slight, the reviewers' words over-describe the almost invisible events of the movie. Perhaps this is just the filmed equivalent of the Gallic shrug: to recognize their differences, however minimally, is a big struggle to the French?<br /><br />The teenage invasion at the end almost redeems things, with its implications of doom (the fire, the studio, the pond) and the fresh carelessness of the new generation: stupid, willful, and yet still nostalgic.<br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><br />""Summer Hours," as calm and quiet as its title, is in some ways [Olivier Assayas] most coherent and complex exploration of the current shape of the world. Don’t be fooled by the apparent modesty of its ambitions. Sometimes a small, homely object — a teapot, a writing desk, a sketchbook, a movie about such things — turns out to be a masterpiece." -- <a href="http://movies.nytimes.com/2009/05/15/movies/15hour.html">A. O. Scott, New York Times, May 15, 2009</a><br /></blockquote><blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">"A movie whose true central subject is how sad it is to sell your two Corots, [but of course who could afford the inheritance tax etc.] is bewildering. Even more bewildering is the fact that Mr. Scott eats it line, hook and sinker."<br />-- <a name="comment14" href="http://community.nytimes.com/rate-review/movies.nytimes.com/movie/452889/Summer-Hours/overview?permid=14#comment14">Comment 14</a>. New York Times, May 18th, 2009 8:27 pm. George.<br /></blockquote><br /><br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><br />"The actors all find the correct notes. It is a French film, and so they are allowed to be adult and intelligent. They are not the creatures of a screenplay that hurries them along. The film is not about what will happen. It is about them. The recent American film that most resembles this one is Jonathan Demme's "Rachel Getting Married." Some audience members didn't know what to think of it, because it didn't tell them. Sometimes you just have to figure out what you think for yourself. "Summer Hours" ends on the perfect note, the more you think about it."<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>-- <a href="http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20090520/REVIEWS/905209989">Roger Ebert, Chicago Sun-Times, May 20, 2009</a><span class="content"></span></blockquote><br /><br /><br /><br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">"Lots of films are called haunting, <i>Summer Hours</i> truly is."<br />-- <a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/reviews/movie/19179192/review/28221354/summer_hours">Peter Travers, Rolling Stone, May 14, 2009</a></blockquote><br /><br /><br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">"Parts of "Summer Hours" feel very much like real life, which is both the film's strength and its ultimate weakness. The sense of realism can only sustain this downbeat French drama for so long. After a while it feels like you're really spending nearly two hours with your squabbling siblings."<br />-- <a href="http://www.deseretnews.com/article/700005185/Summer-Hours.html"> Jeff Vice</a><a href="http://www.deseretnews.com/article/700005185/Summer-Hours.html">, Deseret News, June 25, 2009</a><p></p><p class="publication-text"><br /><a href="http://www.deseretnews.com/article/700005185/Summer-Hours.html"></a></p></blockquote><br /><br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">"What is most unusual about "Summer Hours" is that it is concerned about what will be left of French culture if the country's best and brightest move offshore. French films traditionally take France and its eternal appeal for granted. "Summer Hours" is the rare film that worries about that, worries about the future, and that proves to be invaluable."<br />-- <a href="http://www.calendarlive.com/movies/reviews/cl-et-summer29-2009may29,0,5353335.story">Kenneth Turan, L.A. Times, May 29, 2009</a><br /><p></p></blockquote></div><br /><br /><br />For the real thing, see the patrimony of France and the rest of the Western World at <a href="http://www.musee-orsay.fr/en/collections/discovery.html">the Musée d'Orsay</a>Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-72875645380560663852009-07-28T23:30:00.008-04:002009-07-28T23:55:32.968-04:00Mercy, Mercy, Merce<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsW55v2TbY_W38OjKEuWSTkxJkBr9S-33wevi_d9e2j_IM63IjaIY3RCmUy0XPpKQH6T8d4CRrINlathq2JUNOw2NAhj7BUMy6j1624JfTA8jN9ladSf_T-kc0qPowzrziH8MkExuRkI/s1600-h/cunningham.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsW55v2TbY_W38OjKEuWSTkxJkBr9S-33wevi_d9e2j_IM63IjaIY3RCmUy0XPpKQH6T8d4CRrINlathq2JUNOw2NAhj7BUMy6j1624JfTA8jN9ladSf_T-kc0qPowzrziH8MkExuRkI/s320/cunningham.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363725031245979714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><a href="http://www.danceheritage.org/publications/treas_blurbs03.html"><span class="cyslinks">Photograph by Richard Rutledge</span> of <span class="cyslinks">Merce Cunningham in his work Antic Meet (1958)</span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div id="main-content"><br /><p style="text-align: left;">Merce Cunningham, how do we admire thee? From the depth and breadth of your list of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Merce_Cunningham">collaborators and accomplishments</a>: John Cage, Martha Graham, Black Rock College, <a href="http://blackieocean.blogspot.com/2008/05/rip-rr-october-22-1925-may-12-2008.html">Robert Rauschenberg</a>, Bruce Nauman, Jasper Johns, Andy Warhol, Karole Armitage, Paul Taylor, 200 choreographed dances, 800 site-specific choreographic works, and a MacArthur Foundation Grant. You were working up to the last minute of your 90 years, most recently ensuring that your <a href="http://www.csmonitor.com/2009/0729/p17s01-algn.html">legacy</a> would endure, wrapping up all the loose ends. For all of your commitment to chance, you left nothing up to it. Bless your impish, curly little head! Hope you and John are enjoying the after-party. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p> <img alt="John Cage Merce Cunningham" class="midpic" src="http://www.rbge.org.uk/assets/images/gardens/edinburgh/inverleith_house/CageCunningw.jpg" title="John Cage Merce Cunningham" height="390" width="303" /></p><p style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.rbge.org.uk/the-gardens/edinburgh/inverleith-house/archive-exhibitions/inverleith-house-archive-main-programme/john-cage-and-merce-cunningham"><span class="caption"><span style="font-size:78%;">Photograh of Merce and John by Hans Wild</span></span></a></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /><a href="http://www.rbge.org.uk/the-gardens/edinburgh/inverleith-house/archive-exhibitions/inverleith-house-archive-main-programme/john-cage-and-merce-cunningham"><span class="caption"></span></a></p></div></div>Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-44662011882866866802009-07-21T21:51:00.011-04:002009-07-21T23:28:34.225-04:00Thank You, George Dyer<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuQ0cVwQbIRQFPaxE9if090FUfBygL6_LjXDidq0US1UZW2dMCTM5CBzNwjnOsgessZGYIo3H_Q3Frx4vRXVYSlQgp-J2wLgptkhaTg1PrJV_8MdBrqaFkarhIH3rLUCSbKbrij-kj4TA/s1600-h/photodyer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuQ0cVwQbIRQFPaxE9if090FUfBygL6_LjXDidq0US1UZW2dMCTM5CBzNwjnOsgessZGYIo3H_Q3Frx4vRXVYSlQgp-J2wLgptkhaTg1PrJV_8MdBrqaFkarhIH3rLUCSbKbrij-kj4TA/s320/photodyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361119579320558306" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.francis-bacon.com/world/george-dyer/?c=People"><span style="font-size:78%;">The Most Painted Head</span></a><br /><p></p><br /></div>The <a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/special/se_event.asp?OccurrenceId=%7B3AF19FEC-F29F-4C13-9544-59FCD426201E%7D">Francis Bacon centenary retrospective at the Metropolitan Museum of Art</a> makes it clear that Bacon got to be a better painter because of George Dyer. One look at the big head and that body and you can see why.<br /><p></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEC0xLHhIVZEroWOvHhRq_976yC-ZYdVykPcMHLquEo89hxscvQdAIo_3UBjjQwe1IBH1x_yFNfjfzWbqrEly6HWmlUEq_KruH7jNbNz3z-k3jWMHK1Zyonx8GT4ePhKKvLRJ0ueXILO8/s1600-h/francisbacon_21.L.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEC0xLHhIVZEroWOvHhRq_976yC-ZYdVykPcMHLquEo89hxscvQdAIo_3UBjjQwe1IBH1x_yFNfjfzWbqrEly6HWmlUEq_KruH7jNbNz3z-k3jWMHK1Zyonx8GT4ePhKKvLRJ0ueXILO8/s320/francisbacon_21.L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361098078251772562" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: times new roman;font-family:geneva,arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/special/francis_bacon/view_1.asp?item=20"><strong>George Dyer in the Reece Mews Studio</strong></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">, ca. 1964 </span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: times new roman;font-family:geneva,arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">John Deakin (British, 1912–1972)</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p><br />What a man... As the exhibit progresses from the popes with the over-reliance on fudged anatomy, gimmicky obsessions, and white grids in place of structure to the paintings from photographs he commissioned, the work gets stronger, and Dyer's death brought out more detail and spatial and emotional meaning. The triptych <a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/britain/exhibitions/francisbacon/images/works/ID_069_lg.jpg"><span style="font-style: italic;">In Memory of George Dyer</span></a> is true, mysterious, sad, and cohesive, with its deep central retreating into the death hotel and the arching side portraits. And his <a href="http://www.francis-bacon.com/paintings/self-portrait-1973/?c=72-73">self portrait with the sink</a>, while rehashing, or pre-hashing, the twisted posture and memorial fixtures that would pre-occupy so many of his paintings following Dyer's death, is at the same time eloquent, histrionic, obvious, and elusive.<br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cCRA1z3G1qIBqHIaytG5BOKToNg2_7-EdF8Qg1u5vaIYLdFHO0QTMMjhKObZJLwpHHZwNNiy6wvK2QOCsIsiNWN8hwYemw5vADTddNAcT1PFfqJg4IdiZXkT0lgCiDE1uEkPOx9TneQ/s1600-h/bacon460_1210789c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cCRA1z3G1qIBqHIaytG5BOKToNg2_7-EdF8Qg1u5vaIYLdFHO0QTMMjhKObZJLwpHHZwNNiy6wvK2QOCsIsiNWN8hwYemw5vADTddNAcT1PFfqJg4IdiZXkT0lgCiDE1uEkPOx9TneQ/s320/bacon460_1210789c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361097294252226386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01210/bacon460_1210789c.jpg"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Dyer and Bacon</span></a></span><br /></div><br /><p></p><br />You have to wonder how Bacon had the energy to be consumed by gambling, alcohol, men and painting. The time. And the unluckiness, or was it luck, to find such doomed and beautiful men, dying to be dissolved into his paintings, destroyed by unhappiness, preserved in linen and oil, blessed by the pope, eternal footnotes to an art that seems half phony and half all-too-serious.Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-51887191020714847922009-03-30T22:26:00.000-04:002009-04-21T23:33:40.719-04:00If Joel-Peter Witkin Was a Nursery Rhyme<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizFicYJjexk0SJHUCGcQEbCHoQWkAsSDg_BkQct2maYt7pMuG4kYAGBZCuXQRipCc0xXvsBGkNtGgArvc5zOjVFyTbabpt1OVKfDumP0W6J815heOVrJYp_ZBGdz1I9SI-b_EV87K5iIo/s1600-h/HistoryoftheWhiteWorldArabia"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizFicYJjexk0SJHUCGcQEbCHoQWkAsSDg_BkQct2maYt7pMuG4kYAGBZCuXQRipCc0xXvsBGkNtGgArvc5zOjVFyTbabpt1OVKfDumP0W6J815heOVrJYp_ZBGdz1I9SI-b_EV87K5iIo/s400/HistoryoftheWhiteWorldArabia" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319173099205093170" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.artnet.com/artwork/425511268/424187413/joel-peter-witkin-history-of-the-white-world-arabia.html"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">History of the White World: Arabia</span></span></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Joel-Peter Witkin<br />Was standing on a curb<br />A <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joel-Peter_Witkin#Influences_and_Themes">girlie's head</a> bounced up to him<br />Her fault he is a perv<br /><br />Joel-Peter Witkin<br />Likes to stage tableaux<br />Scratchy prints of <a href="http://www.artnet.com/artwork/425174906/424187413/joel-peter-witkin-ars-moriendi-paris.html">body parts</a><br /><a href="http://www.edelmangallery.com/witkin30.htm">Dwarves</a> and scenes by Giotto<br /><br />Joel-Peter Witkin<br />Went peeping down a lane<br />And bought a <a href="http://www.davidknipper.com/famous_person/picview.htm?num=19">horse to crucify</a><br />Convinced he is humane<br /><br />Joel-Peter Witkin<br />Has a lot to say<br /><a href="http://www.metroactive.com/papers/sfmetro/10.97/art1-97-10.html">Hermaphrodites</a> and <a href="http://www.artnet.com/artwork/424931791/357/joel-peter-witkin-a-christ.html">Jesus</a><br />The <a href="http://www.artnet.com/artwork/425512080/424187413/joel-peter-witkin-studio-of-the-painter.html">studio of Courbet</a><br /><br />Joel-Peter Witkin<br />Is he just a naughty boy<br />Who likes a dirty picture<br />And has a camera for a toy?<br /></div><br /><br />More about Joel-Peter Witkin:<br /><a href="http://www.artnet.com/artist/25126/joel-peter-witkin.html">On ArtNet</a><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joel-Peter_Witkin">Wikipedia Entry</a><br /><a href="http://www.edelmangallery.com/Witkin/witkin.htm">Edelman Gallery</a><br /></div></div>Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-32838315599215381742009-01-27T22:19:00.000-05:002009-04-21T23:33:40.796-04:00A Beautiful, Claustrophobic Dream<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCJZA1bCRSSmP06U5UBkpQgfQ4lTQNCfdtzP7AqYqAg6mXRXsHpFZDTr_bm9TTSASE7oKCSeLC2NcSBreDsX4Sna2QkioA9rD4rFTVE0uMH0Os6x9XKMSSor46gegS4p4FCigha-oFeM/s1600-h/reese4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCJZA1bCRSSmP06U5UBkpQgfQ4lTQNCfdtzP7AqYqAg6mXRXsHpFZDTr_bm9TTSASE7oKCSeLC2NcSBreDsX4Sna2QkioA9rD4rFTVE0uMH0Os6x9XKMSSor46gegS4p4FCigha-oFeM/s400/reese4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296182353209823986" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.isaiahzagar.org/muralsreese.html"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Reese Street</span></span></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Jeremiah Zagar has taken refuge behind the camera in this <a href="http://www.inadreammovie.com/">award-winning documentary</a> about his father, <a href="http://www.isaiahzagar.org/">Isaiah Zagar</a>, an obsessive post-hippie mosaicist and occasional manic; his mother Julia, a grounded muse, enabler, and entrepreneur; and his brother, a troubled, addicted foil to the family drama. The film is itself a mosaic: family films and photographs, produced as part of the relentless documentation in multiple media of their lives from the mid-sixties forward, animations of Isaiah's drawings, footage of the glittering, mosaic-crusted Philadelphia buildings that Isaiah has transformed, and reality-TV-style depiction of their transitions and ups and downs. Colorful, inspirational, and insightful, the film poses questions about the relationship between art, sanity, family, stability, money, loyalty, and perseverence. Most of all, the relentlessly mosaic-ed interior of the family home overwhelms any possible individuation; the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horror_vacui"><span style="font-style: italic;">horror vacui</span></a> of the art work oppressively dominates all who dwell within, as the personality of Isaiah does his family. Bless the families of artists!<br /><br /></div></div><object height="225" width="400"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1776204&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1776204&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="225" width="400"></embed></object>Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-75661474223477262492009-01-18T18:38:00.000-05:002009-04-21T23:33:40.808-04:00All the Leaves are Brown<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMyxAULYVDnQmruvn_1JRnwbTAFcabpA1qp6lnlWJkxKwuohHkUpeBrbgShDKDv9-ZWIGLgwSV1sTnSD2EGuhf7xEpPWyuBajjYfqdztMOPs7gXMouFFLaL3PdvPdQNfdpYPecWggDNXU/s1600-h/pictureofwyeth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMyxAULYVDnQmruvn_1JRnwbTAFcabpA1qp6lnlWJkxKwuohHkUpeBrbgShDKDv9-ZWIGLgwSV1sTnSD2EGuhf7xEpPWyuBajjYfqdztMOPs7gXMouFFLaL3PdvPdQNfdpYPecWggDNXU/s400/pictureofwyeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292786822607413154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><a href="http://www.baltimoresun.com/entertainment/arts/bal-lifestyle-wyeth0116,0,4666111.story">Andrew Wyeth, 1964</a> </span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(Baltimore Sun story by </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" class="story-byline" > Patrick Walters, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" class="story-titleline" >The Associated Press</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >)</span></div><br /><a href="http://www.andrewwyeth.com/">Andrew Wyeth</a>, lover of gray and brown, the sere and the lonely, master of alone-ness, as well as lover of models, has joined the great tempera painting in the sky, a curtain blowing in from an open window.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ZaInQaws9vwWbe9LRH74pl30FPvHbDQjcdbjHjlPJfkN55L7wzGQlmEwjva0phOfQ-JS5ljbP9bRQahfzNRMZERcLHh_QrZAVsjddohcbgU4jXe5zobTYXKK_DFDKHbSONZkR12oB-s/s1600-h/Wyeth_wind_from_the_sea.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ZaInQaws9vwWbe9LRH74pl30FPvHbDQjcdbjHjlPJfkN55L7wzGQlmEwjva0phOfQ-JS5ljbP9bRQahfzNRMZERcLHh_QrZAVsjddohcbgU4jXe5zobTYXKK_DFDKHbSONZkR12oB-s/s400/Wyeth_wind_from_the_sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292823809809586882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://pavans.net/Musee/mus_140.htm">Wind from the Sea, 1948</a></span><br /></div><br />At 91, he straddled the uncomfortable gap between low-critical and high-popular acclaim with a certain amount of "whatever," and like many other male artists, did exactly what he wanted to the tune of financial success. His wife took care of the details and didn't sweat the secrecy. In the end, the work exhibits peerless technique in the service of subject matter that veers at times towards the reproducible, and yet still strikes a transcendent chord at least part of the time.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifShpio0WZKqcBPEIepj3VqGiF-Pn8abdP4AzvdJSqUaVtD09kUYpTLto6lW1TNAplBj2bPTGp67Hehftkc5RnxcnzSllj_JqRKg3GLLKcDVcDSvqDTC9imRTu5AElPqLln0tqjkdYSYw/s1600-h/wyethboyrunning.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifShpio0WZKqcBPEIepj3VqGiF-Pn8abdP4AzvdJSqUaVtD09kUYpTLto6lW1TNAplBj2bPTGp67Hehftkc5RnxcnzSllj_JqRKg3GLLKcDVcDSvqDTC9imRTu5AElPqLln0tqjkdYSYw/s400/wyethboyrunning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292824016156392482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/W/wyeth/wyeth_winter1946.jpg.html"><span class="body">Winter, 1946</span></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div>"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape -- the loneliness of it -- the dead feeling of winter."Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-80956087929173391082009-01-15T21:49:00.000-05:002009-04-21T23:33:40.817-04:00Vampires Shmampires<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBs3080-LFqYtHvWiKAjnIbHZMmpSa4TaQUTVFabFDWvTTGVpdZ1lDSNMSuPXrV-WxvReIKE_cLGJYof0ssk7FytpTaw433xVOhesET97StdTzVJv0r9V49iRnz8vcWxSd_q3qv8k8fU4/s1600-h/manoirdiable01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBs3080-LFqYtHvWiKAjnIbHZMmpSa4TaQUTVFabFDWvTTGVpdZ1lDSNMSuPXrV-WxvReIKE_cLGJYof0ssk7FytpTaw433xVOhesET97StdTzVJv0r9V49iRnz8vcWxSd_q3qv8k8fU4/s400/manoirdiable01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291720132238389730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.cinemedioevo.net/Vampiria/Film/Vampiri/Manoir_diable.htm">Le Manoir Diable, Georges Méliès</a></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The vampire has been fanging on our collective necks since 1896 with the first appearance of a man transforming into a bat in <span style="font-size:100%;">Méliès</span> two minute fantasy-comedy <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Le Manoir Diable</span></span>, followed shortly thereafter by the publication of Bram Stoker's <span style="font-style: italic;">Dracula </span>in 1897. One hundred and twelve years later we are still being stalked by the pallid, otherworldly creatures. Is it a coincidence that as the world seems to becoming a darker and more unpredictable place that the vampire is once again reasserting his hold on our attention? <span style="font-style: italic;">Twilight</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">True Blood</span>, and <span style="font-style: italic;">Let the Right One In</span> all depict vampires as not only having the savage unquenchable need to drink human blood, but also as having an irresistable charismatic appeal. Why are we feeling the need to fall in love with something that wants to kill us?<br /><br />The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dracula">Wikipedia entry on Stoker's <span style="font-style: italic;">Dracula</span></a> cites themes of imperialism, xenophobia and use of technology to achieve results. Hmm. Sound familiar?<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizzto33wgJjXn8xkomSacJRfo0g7KxifMsAQKoJoK7A3tj_hr-ce2dmK_DcoriuFsTO6gG4cjjRzFiyrciTihNXl9ZRjdJ4SRYFdF9RWeU7JtUMEUwtGmlcNdtQPaYFIhPYsyir5tQ1ns/s1600-h/let_the_right_one_in_poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizzto33wgJjXn8xkomSacJRfo0g7KxifMsAQKoJoK7A3tj_hr-ce2dmK_DcoriuFsTO6gG4cjjRzFiyrciTihNXl9ZRjdJ4SRYFdF9RWeU7JtUMEUwtGmlcNdtQPaYFIhPYsyir5tQ1ns/s400/let_the_right_one_in_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291736195334840114" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div id="tn15content"><div class="info"><br /></div></div>Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-77428318730695058642009-01-07T23:19:00.000-05:002009-04-21T23:33:40.826-04:00The First Emperor Now at Fascist DisneyWorld<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYXJXHIknu7PnPp0-EsVaQ78CAMAuWhXko3E1iW4I7hqPb1r81Ld2-JpChFfsGp-IgawPyVGBDtv1mAtlTfYhgMlC1EIRfjA6oaPkEpGEELx_I8VgUtQ2nbAvGcjoy86O43BbpEigPIU/s1600-h/150px-Soldier_Horse.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYXJXHIknu7PnPp0-EsVaQ78CAMAuWhXko3E1iW4I7hqPb1r81Ld2-JpChFfsGp-IgawPyVGBDtv1mAtlTfYhgMlC1EIRfjA6oaPkEpGEELx_I8VgUtQ2nbAvGcjoy86O43BbpEigPIU/s400/150px-Soldier_Horse.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288778651810013138" border="0" /></a><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Soldier_Horse.JPG"><span style="font-size:78%;">Soldier and Horse by Robin Chen, Not from Exhibit</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Soldier_Horse.JPG"></a><br /><br /></span></span></div>Imagine standing in the longest line ever, only it never ends. Like being at WalMart, but not only does your hair look really good, so does everybody elses. And WalMart kills your hairdresser. This is something like what it must have been like to be an actual terracotta soldier as currently represented by the exhibit at the High Museum, <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.high.org/firstemperor">The First Emperor: China's Terracotta Army</a>. </span>The story of the seven thousand uniquely sculpted soldiers that were buried forgotten on a plain for 2,000 years is truly amazing, and the brilliant and systematic efficiency of the ruler <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qin_Shi_Huang" title="Qin Shi Huang">Qin Shi Huang</a>, the First <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emperor_of_China" title="Emperor of China">Emperor of China</a>, produced powerful, lasting effects on the country, and yet, this traveling exhibit which originated at the British Museum manages to summarize, pre-digest, and commodify the complex history without mentioning words like slave, mass murder, or forced labor. But first, you have to pay 18 dollars for admission plus five dollars for the audio tour, which does briefly admit in passing the possibility that the "conscripted workers" could be considered to have been, well, slaves. The extremely minimal content that is imparted in text and on tape would together fill up one side of a cereal box. Why not just charge an even 25 dollars and throw in a pamphlet? By the time you are released into the gift shop of overpriced Chinese knick knacks, you are either programmed to purchase the complete set of miniature replica terracotta soliders, a must-have at the post-Christmas bargain price of $25.00, or worse, you will convince yourself that you need to get a full-size version.<br /><br />The amount of money that is being made from this exhibit does not seem to be reflected in the content or cultural scholarship that surrounds it. From an article about the terracotta soldiers in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terracotta_army">Wikipedia</a>:<br /><blockquote>"According to The Times, many people had to be turned away from the exhibition, despite viewings until midnight, and during the day of events to mark the Chinese new year, the crush was so intense that the gates to the museum had to be shut. The Terracotta Army has been described as the only other set of historic artifacts (along with the remnants of ruins of the Titanic) which can draw a crowd simply on the back of the name alone."</blockquote>People are deeply interested in these artifacts. Is their attention span sufficient to stand in line to look, but not to think deeply about all of the facts surrounding their creation? It's as if an exhibit in 2000 years focused primarily on Hitler's development of the autobahns and didn't mention the Holocaust. DisneyWorld charges admission for an experience that entertains and diverts, while providing opportunities to separate you from your money for every little thing. Aren't museums supposed to do more than that?<br /><br />The period of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qin_Shi_Huang" title="Qin Shi Huang"></a>Qin Shi Huang's unification of China is also known as the "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burning_of_books_and_burying_of_scholars">burning of the books and burial of the scholars</a>," which sounds just like it was. Perhaps the not-quite-yet-to-materialize Shanghai Disney will offer a thrilling adventure ride modeled on the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cultural_Revolution#Destruction_of_antiques.2C_historical_sites_and_culture">Cultural Revolution</a>. Great fun for the family!Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4067034818616566362.post-30627177029522086552008-12-09T22:32:00.000-05:002009-04-21T23:33:40.842-04:00Heavy Weather Or Not<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqxSb6dmK4ZutfNUy6IDFQdqcq40TnnQYpBTRufWx9tJ9PZ30XeKtOgQSAppYxkiOBuG5e1NYAdTbWIKEfwZNq-QyvIx2XrPsA8RiFUHH8aFK5gg6_9xSY-mp5D_Yi5RKJHr2q2ap3r30/s1600-h/The+Road+to+Mount+Weather+-Stills_1228881013639.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqxSb6dmK4ZutfNUy6IDFQdqcq40TnnQYpBTRufWx9tJ9PZ30XeKtOgQSAppYxkiOBuG5e1NYAdTbWIKEfwZNq-QyvIx2XrPsA8RiFUHH8aFK5gg6_9xSY-mp5D_Yi5RKJHr2q2ap3r30/s400/The+Road+to+Mount+Weather+-Stills_1228881013639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278004134715617762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;" >Still Images from "The Road to Mount Weather" -- See Selection of Video <a href="http://www.cliffevans.net/cliffevans/Mt.Weather.html">Online</a></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Three-Channel Moving Image Installation/Projection, Stereo Sound, 15 minute loop/Dimensions Variable, 2006</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.cliffevans.net/">Cliff Evans</a> is a nice young man with a fertile imagination and a liquid capacity for ominous visual storytelling. Coupled with the endless options for digital appropriation, manipulation, and conspiracy theories available on the Internet, he has produced "The Road to Mount Weather," an epic three channel video hallucination/dream/cartoon/nightmare about the government agenda to control the populace from an underground bunker once life above ground becomes too toxic or demented. Those left up in the cold will be blinded by the media and not realize the truth. Obviously, this is already happening. While not willing to completely commit to being conspiracy minded, he speaks knowledgeably about Mount Weather, describing it as a training facility and bomb shelter for the executive branch, located in West Virginia. He can also allude to conspiracy theories, martial law, and Rex 84, a civil unrest containment exercise in the 1970's that continues to spark paranoia in civil libertarians. But overall, the sound and imagery are more satirical than frightening, acting as a sort of fun house mirror of our culture, our government, and our self-absorption.<br /><br />A scratch-the-surface, stream-of-media-transcription of the work's layered and sequential imagery:</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Your future starts here, drive-in, rockets, halo people in city, planes, smoke, bombs, destruction, Dorothy & yellow brick road trio, refugees, trailers, FEMA, spraying down people, press wearing 3D goggles while blinded to decimation, shooting, birds flying away, football players, canyons, corporate logos, stadium, screaming, cheering, clapping, beatific faces, nude female riot cops, destruction, blank sign holders, soldiers, blue eyed child getting eye scanned, mood change, halo, stewardess, devil, church, tree tops and cell towers, elephant, mat chem warriors, bombers, paisley, tires, bunkers, business men with machine legs, balloons on penis daisy (?), pretty couple, haloed, descends below ground, machines, video monitors, command center, watching, staging media, water park, White House, temples, satellite dishes, U.S. seal, Roman senate, fat women, chickens, banquet tables, butt heads, smiling royalty, devil cupid babies, fly by Reagan with dove.</span></span></blockquote></div></div><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >Whew. As you can see, it covers a lot of bases. Evans spent a year and a half building the piece in PhotoShop and AfterEffects and has been exhibiting it in various settings since 2006. Available for purchase for $25,000, two of the edition have already sold. Technically, although it appears film-like, it is a collection of still images that are rendered in 2D, and sequenced for display in real time. Evans reports that 99.5% of the images are acquired off the Internet, and in his artist's statement elaborates:</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><blockquote style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"I immersed myself in image-gathering and reconstruction, allowing obsessions and paranoiac deviations to bring in tangential elements. At times, believing myself to be a co-conspirator with the powers presented, I abused my access to information, assimilating data from unknown persons' databases of images and photographs, rending subjects from their context and converting their initial intent or purpose towards my own ends. At other times, I found myself becoming a paranoid heretic attempting to subvert the powers of control, yet under suspicion, fearful of being tracked, monitored, and forced in directions that were beyond my knowledge or will. [...] However much a slippery slope, my intent is not to propagate such emotions, but to bring them closer to a singularity of absurdity, reversing the fear and anxiety towards a (albeit limited) sense of control with a sense of humor.</span></blockquote><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >While much of the imagery is funny, satirical, and plain bent, he confesses that the subject matter of the project did bring him down at times. So it was nice to see that he let himself out of the bunker for awhile to come with his project to </span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://www.scopemiami.com/">Scope Miami</a></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" > this week with his gallery, </span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://www.curatorsoffice.com/">Curator's Office</a></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >.</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div class="paragraph Body" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; text-decoration: none; font-family: times new roman;"></div></span>Blackie Oceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965069609448842011noreply@blogger.com0