it’s a book…with pictures from the police archive 1965-1985
the first time i saw a picture from the book…not to long ago…i thought it was staged…theater but my friend told me it was real.
the picture i saw had a woman in it…she was all dressed up to go to a party…make up and everything…on her way to the party she got hit by TWO cars…the police first on the scene took the picture…the dressed up woman folded over a lamppost…looking in the camera…dead.
absolute horror if you know the story but beautiful picture…
Translated as Ash Wednesday(restful melancholic day that follows the
annual carnival celebration in Brazil
This was the last good piece of art I saw with a little story along with it.
I went to louise bourgeois retrospective at the Tate Modern in
January. I was a little disappointed since there was a lot of hype
surrounding the show and my expectations were high. Yet my visit to
the Tate was not let down when I ventured up to the top floor to see
the film by Brazilian artist Rivane Neuenschwander and filmmaker Cao
Guimaraes entitled Ash Wednesday/Epilogue.
I watched the 6 minute film 4 times before I left, and I began to also
watch the way people were reacting the film. Everyone was as
captivated as I was and once they walked through where the film was
projected they stopped to watch. One man who had a young boy on his
hand walked in with the intention of walking out immediately looking
exhausted and rushed most likely because he brought a six year old
into the Tate, but the little boy exclaimed enthusiastically “WOW!” he
exclaimed in such a happy and over the top way. The father stopped and
the boy sat with just as much devoted attention as the rest of the
viewers.
The whole short film is 6 minutes and this clip does not give it the
justice it deserves, but I could not find the whole video online. The
sound was taken from dropping matchsticks. The whole film shows
close-ups of ants picking up sugar coated confetti bringing it back
into their home.
This is the painting on which I had the most moving reaction. I saw it in London and it moved me because the way he painted his parents remindes me of my own parents. The mother is painted as a person that is alway listening and beining there for you and the father sitting and doing his own thing a little bit in the background. And I love the way he painted it and the use of colors.
About the works or exhibitions which have marked us the most, I must say i’m very disappointed by the limitations of computers and the Internet in the sense that paintings and colors always look like complete trash, so I will refrain from posting actual photos… (ego-problem!) … so if you’re interested, go to a ‘Gallery Near You!’ for Yves Klein, or check out his performances on YouTube…
Symphonie Monotone, an orchestra plays a single note composed by Klein-
On overview of his other paintings made with women -
Also, we discussed this exhibition currently at the Van Gogh Museum about John Everett Millais - some really beautiful paintings with amazing precision…not to mention the very delicate and overwhelming sensitivity.
So check it out! I also mentioned that I would post this film I saw at the MACBA museum in Barcelona - this will come. In the meantime, I promised I would post the site where you can pay 5 euros a day and watch all the movies on database for sale to museums by Spanish artists (I was looking for the movie i saw in the museum, and only found it here….there are other sites which are similar!) …really worth it, especially if youre interested in film - its like paying 5 euros for an 24-hour online film museum where you can choose and see whatever you like!
http://www.hamacaonline.net/ (at the top right you can switch to English)
Reposting my response to Tori’s message, since for some reason my reply doesn’t show up….
As I was saying, reading the earlier post, the phrase ‘being moved by a language not understood’ somehow immediately made me think of one of my all time favorite films, Orson Welle’s interpretation of Kafka’s novel, The Trial - in my opinion a great masterpiece which puts in pictures the unexplainable and some of the absurdities of reality …
For some reason this is not liking my youtube embed link? :
During one of the seminars i told something about a black wall on a square, but i didnt knew the name of the artist, i searched it op on in my arthistorybible, and i have another link for you..
I was searching on youtube, we talked a lot about is, so … what to search?
and then i thougt let’s look for the body expo, and i found a movie, in the beginning its a little bit cruel, but it gives a idea for those who dont know what the expo presented…
During the seminars we all wondered if there are some dutch folktales. And if we have any dutch heroes? We had quite a hard time to think of a good example. Personally I still can’t think of any other hero than maybe Michiel de Ruiter. Two weeks ago I was in a bookstore and I found a book about Dutch folktales. First came the victory feeling like “yes!! we do have or stories”, and now comes a translated dutch folktale! Enjoy!
De groote en de kleine Hul.
(The great and the little hill)
Once in the time that there were giants living in our country. Something happened at the home of the giant of Uddel who lived near Uunnilo ( an old forest that once was on the veluwe). It was in the middle of the night and the giant of Uddel woke up because of an giant thunder. Which came from Thunar the thundergod, the enemy of the giant breed. With one great thunder Thunar devostated the oven which was built a hundred feet from the giants home. The next morning the giant and his giantwoman saw how big the damage was. And they realized that it is impossible to rebuild the oven before tomorrow, the day that the giantwoman should bake her bread. After some discussion they descided to ask their giantneighbours and friends if they could use their oven. And so it happened that the giant of Uddel went walking to the giant of Elspeet who lived at the other side of the forrest. Of course it wasn’t a problem to use their oven. ” Just bring some wood and the dough you want to bake” said the giant of Elspeet. After some cursing towards the thundergod Thunnar the giant of Uddel pulled out some trees to use as burning wood. The giant of Uddel stayed for dinner and ate some stew out of a giant bowl and drunk some honey-wine. Actually some more wine than good was for a good night of sleep. When he went home he promissed that he would be back at 6 o’clock the next morning with the dough.
When the Giant of Uddel came home, he fell directly asleep and was snorrig so loud that it was heard loudly 7 miles from his home. The next morning when the sun came up the giant of Uddel woke up and realized that he slept far to long. It had allready been 6 o’clock! He climbed out of his own bed and thrown his wife out of hers and yelled that she had to make dough as soon as possible. The giant of Uddel went outside, and saw allready the smoke out of the oven of the giant of Elspeet. He went inside grabbed the dough and walked as soon as possible to Elspeet. He walked so fast that he got sand is his woodenshoes (klompen). It became during his walk more and more. Even so much that he started to irritate at it. So he decided to make a stop and empty his woodenshoes. First the right one, because the amount of sand was the most in his right one. After that the left one. At that moment there wasn’t any wind. The sand stayed and formed two hills. Nowadays the hills are stil there on the same spot between Uddel and Elspeet.
After all the trouble the giant of Uddel came in time to bring the dough and lived happily ever after.
So that is one of the stories there are some more. They will follow later.
Source: veluwsche sagen, Gust. van de Wall Perne, Uitgeverij Sirius e Siderius.
Here are some paintings by Cy twombley. The collection of four pieces. “the four seasons” i saw three times in three different musea i really really love them. I cannot take my eyes away from it.
this is the jewish museum in berlin, it’s a beautiful building made by Daniel Libeskind.The museum is really impressive and some spaces were almost making me cry. You totally loose your orientation because the building has so many weird spaces and in a way it feels like your al the time not walking straight, especially in the garden. If you are going to berlin don’t miss this museum but be prepared because it totally knocked me of my feet.
