29 October 2009

Aguirre, Der Zorn Gottes


Don Lope de Aguirre: That man is a head taller than me. That may change.

Don Lope de Aguirre: Perucho, don't you think the cannon might be a little bit rusty?
Perucho: It might.

Don Lope de Aguirre: I am the great traitor. There must be no other. Anyone who even thinks about deserting this mission will be cut up into 198 pieces. Those pieces will be stamped on until what is left can be used only to paint walls. Whoever takes one grain of corn or one drop of water... more than his ration, will be locked up for 155 years. If I, Aguirre, want the birds to drop dead from the trees... then the birds will drop dead from the trees. I am the wrath of god. The earth I pass will see me and tremble. But whoever follows me and the river, will win untold riches. But whoever deserts...

Okello: [Hallucinating] That is no ship. That is no forest.
[Arrow hits him]
Okello: That is no arrow. We just imagine the arrows because we fear them.  

[last lines]
Don Lope de Aguirre: I am the wrath of God. Who else is with me?
Don Lope de Aguirre: I am the wrath of God.   
Don Lope de Aguirre: I, the wrath of God, will marry my own daughter and with her I'll found the purest dynasty the earth has ever seen.

28 October 2009

I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen.
I believe in my own obsessions, in the beauty of the car crash, in the peace of the submerged forest, in the excitements of the deserted holiday beach, in the elegance of automobile graveyards, in the mystery of multi-storey car parks, in the poetry of abandoned hotels.

Excerpted from ‘What I Believe’ by J.G. Ballard, first published in Interzone #8, 1984

Beautiful...Listen...



Glass at his lucid best...

27 October 2009

25 October 2009

23 October 2009

The Sacred Made Real


 
'Dead Christ' (c1625-30), a sculpture by Gregorio Fern├índez


The Sacred Made Real - Spanish Painting and Sculpture 1600 - 1700
21 October 2009 – 24 January 2010
The National Gallery, Trafalgar Square, London WC2N 5DN

Michael Wolf

Some interesting projects, for instance:
Bastard Chairs

 
Real Fake Art
 
 
And 'Paris Street View' in which the inhabitants of Paris find themselves in Wolf's artistic take on the Google mapping project. And he's retrieved some lovely moments of people and things caught for a single arbitrary moment on a particular day in the city.
"The problem is that compared to Asia, Paris is a stagnant city – very little has changed architecturally since Atget's times, and the cliches are a nightmare to get out from under of. Strangely enough, it was Google Street View which enabled me to take any photos at all of Paris.
"I spent weeks going through the city on my monitor, street by street, looking into windows, discovering reflections, searching out interesting juxtapositions, topologies, trying various crops/styles (Frank, Doisneau, Ruscha, and so on). The lack of a third dimension wore me down at times, but it was quite an interesting journey."

 
 

http://www.photomichaelwolf.com

22 October 2009

For Rey!

"Faith is that quality which enables us to believe what we know to be untrue."

New


Acylic & pen on linen. Click it to see a bigger view.

“All our words from loose using have lost their edge.”

Ernest Hemingway

21 October 2009

"Smile first thing in the morning. Get it over with."

W.C. Fields


Vonnegut


Faster Jim - The Hamilton Press



In probably one of the best books I've ever seen, Raymond Pettibon collaborates with Greg Colson, Francesca Gabbiani, Dani Tull, Victor Gastelum, Scott Grieger, Todd Squires, and Eddie Ruscha. Only 27 of these books are available and priced at an incredibly reasonable $15,000. I love books, but this is ridiculous. Click here to read/see more from the book.

19 October 2009

We Were Once A Fairytale



Spike Jonze directs this weird little short in which Kanye West's ego plays it's usual obnoxious self...however, for a Kanye hater like myself the film actually causes his official C**T rating to fall by approximately 5%.

"To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing."

Elbert Hubbard

16 October 2009

Stop it, Damien Hirst, you're embarrassing yourself

Brian Sewell pans Hirst's latest offering at the Wallace Collection...with the usual vitriol.



The exhibition is supported by the usual events performed by the usual lackeys who can be trusted to "Praise him, praise him, praise him" - including Tim Marlow, a director of White Cube, the art dealership most closely associated with Hirst's huge commercial success (only in the arts could so crass a conflict of interest be ignored).



It is accompanied by a catalogue in which all 29 canvases are illustrated, but in no way illuminated by the text of a conversation in The Pig and Whistle between Hirst and John Hoyland, the grand old bore of British bucket-and-slosh abstract painting.



In this the words most used and most superfluous are fuck and its derivatives - the fucking chair, fucking debris, fucking rectangle, fucking artist, fucking unbelievable.
I take this as licence, for this occasion only, to declare this detestable exhibition fucking dreadful.



Reading the full article here.

No Love Lost, Blue Paintings by Damien Hirst is at the Wallace Collection, Manchester Square, W1 (020 7563 9500, www.wallacecollection.org) until 24 January. Admission free.

14 October 2009


Ed Ruscha 'Fifty Years of Painting' opened today at the Hayward.

The Who - Eminence Front



Killer...in a dad sort of way...