Wednesday, December 16, 2009
The words are empty,
emotions are fleeting,
These concepts match my innermost thoughts.
Trapped within a quandary,
Despair is inevitable,
Are these really my innermost thoughts?
Time to reconnect with oneself,
Metamorphose into the entity that one craves to be,
A formal re-introduction of sorts,
Unravel the mystery and reveal thyself!
Friday, August 28, 2009
Hello Seahorse! is a Mexican, Bi-lingual Alternative Rock/Pop band that was started a couple of years ago. Although their second album "Bestia" was released a couple of months ago, I am happy that they are really starting to get the respect they deserve. They will be in the NYC area in a few weeks, so I am definitely going to go and check them out.
Enjoy their title track Bestia below!!!
Umberto Boccioni was an Italian-born, futurist painter and sculptor. In my opinion, his "States of Mind" collection (which consists of "The Farewells", "Those Who Go" and "Those Who Stay") are a standout among his work.
Boccioni’s “The Ones Who Go” has a melancholy and nostalgic feel. It makes me think of when family comes to visit that you don’t see too often and the whirlwind of emotion that one goes through when you first greet them, become re-accustomed to their presence, and the finally have to once again separate. This only reinforces the thought that most of the emotions we humans feel are transitory and never find a permanent home within us.
Boccioni’s “Those Who Stay” has always appealed to me because of the deep, dark aura that surrounds it and the inescapable weight of emotion it casts upon its viewers. When two people part it is a bit easier to be the one leaving as opposed to the one who is left behind. The vertical lines give the impression that sadness and clouds of loneliness are raining down and suffocating the people who are left behind.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Why is it that I am so alive... so vibrant while the rest of the world lies motionless in slumber. These words have no point, yet to a point they rush.
These thoughts torment me.
Deny not your slightest whim.
How can one truly go on wondering,
When one's unfeigned character is clear as day,
When one's true nature no longer hibernates.
I travel these dank corridors...
not as a way to ecape, but as a mode of ingress.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I received a text the other day which made me think about how absurd we sometimes are. The text read something like "90 people get infected with swine flu and people wear face masks, 90,000 people are infected with HIV and people still refuse to wear condoms".
Just a little food for thought...
Friday, April 24, 2009
Keith Haring was an artist whose was primarily known for his "Street Art", although he also created other forms of art. Since he was personally moved by the environment around him he chose to create art which contained social commentary or political statements. Part of what made Keith different was the fact that he chose to draw on public property. This within itself tells me that he wanted to make a statement, or rebel against authority.
Some of his work was sexually charged and explicit while others stressed unity or carried a message. I definitely think he was ahead of his time and feel that his work was needed then and even now. His repetitive use of pigs and dollar signs ($$) in a number of his creations says a lot about the way he felt about our obsession with money and the extent that people are willing to go for it.
My interpretation of his art makes me think he was angry about certain ideas about society. The fact that he was openly gay, which at that time was lifestyle that was frowned upon, coupled with his social activism, his support for unpopular crusades and his distrust of the government influenced his work. His use of simple shapes and images with clear messages and focused point of view as opposed to complex pieces made his work easy to decipher by the masses. Much of his work can still be seen all over New York City today.
R.I.P. LeRoi Moore...
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
There is always something new to be discovered or rediscovered when you observe his work. The profound meaning that I find in his work, not to mention the breathtaking effects that the placement of these images create, inspire me. His incongruous visions challenge me to burrow beneath the superficial shell and truly explore the picture within the picture, as I simultaneously look at myself and learn to examine the man within the man...
Saturday, March 14, 2009
The eclectic soul that is Juan Son from Porter, the Mexican-based band, is back. But this time in support of his first solo album, Mermaid Sashimi. Juan has created an album comprised of very diverse sounds and influences, but still within the same vein of his past contributions to music. As always the album has tracks that are sung in both spanish and english with lyrics that are at times indecipherable and at others all too raw. Juan Son's voice is undeniably distinct in that Bjork-like fashion, and his enigmatic stage presence adds to the surrealistic and dreamlike qualities that he is wrapped up in.
Nada is the first single and video off of the album which was released last month. It is a bit bizare and psychedelic, with its dark, trippy visuals and hallucinogenic feel... not to mention the sight of Juan spinning around in some sort of straight-jacket and halo combination. It is no wonder that I like it. Enjoy!!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
There is a quality about her portraits that makes you feel like only you and the person or persons being photographed exist at that moment in time. Her portrait of John Lennon and Yoko Ono conveys the message that most people in the country were feeling at that time. Yoko was seen and the person who broke up “The Beatles” and an icy figure in John’s life. Her perceived coldness, immobile stiffness and dark dress are an extreme contrast to John’s flexibility, warmth and stark nudeness. The picture shows him practically hanging off of her while she seems to lie there unflinchingly with her gazed fixed on some distant point. Metaphorically, it reminds me of how within a relationship one party is willing go out of their way and bend to the will of the other while the second party doesn’t even seem to notice.
Her portraits of Barack Obama and William Burroughs depict intense gazes and other-worldly stares that are conjured up from her subjects and mesmerize their audiences. Barack’s intense fixed look evokes a feeling of quiet confidence, while William Burroughs seems to almost look through you.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Finally! There are only about 24 hrs left. The Watchmen will be coming to theaters. Not only has this film adaptation far exceeded my expectations (keep in mind that I am making this assessment based on the footage from the trailer), but it looks like it is pretty close to the comic! That in itself is quite an accomplishment.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with most celebrated graphic novel of all time and the alternate New York City (circa 1985) that Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons created, below is the movie trailer.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
I am not going to add too much commentary on these pieces as I believe it would take away from their impact. Laurie Lipton is an American artist, who was born in New York, although she has since relocated to London. Most of her work consists of charcoal and pencil on paper. She is a true master of the art of shading. I absolutely love her macabre style and dark subject matter as well as the way she tells a unique story in each image.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
You tell me you can not venture out, I ask you why not?
You tell me this time it is different, I ask you what has changed?
A hidden past… to never see the light of day,
An immoral romance, whose siren song was intoxicating and unrelenting,
Be I the weaker of the two? Be I the more indulgent in lustful fantasies?
Beneath the surface, rages a river on the brink of explosion,
Beneath this dispassionate façade and calm exterior, surges an uncontrollable desire.
Simulations of platonic affection constituting outward farces… for the benefit of whom?
Friends… what mockery we would make of the word
So I stubbornly agree… what once was can no longer be,
One must at times be gracious in the most woeful of defeats.
But what will now follow? What will this new idealistic and “respectful” bond consist of?
What brand of true “friendship” could be had, when one couldn't very well even share a libation or two?
Would this "friendship" be limited to sparse communications and the occasional meal at a very public eatery?
Or should we refrain from all contact in order to preserve our “friendship”?
So I ask of you now… Would acting in this manner constitute a friendship in which each party is true to themselves, or would it just be the watered-down reality of two people who feel it would be in their best interests to act accordingly... even if it is in fact fictitious?
Or should we again delve into the watery depths of this star-crossed union, knowing full well that once this path has been taken it will be impossible to reemerge unscathed?
Saturday, January 24, 2009
The artist I am presenting is Chuck Close. Chuck is a very well known photorealist painter and accomplished photographer. His large scale works based on photographs have been on display at the Smithsonian, the Museum of Modern Art and continue to be displayed throughout the world.
Chuck’s work has a meticulous quality that is evident througout his many pieces. The type of dedication that only comes with true love for one’s work. The pixelated appearance and detail of his massive portraits when one examines them at close range is amazing. The arrangement of various colors and how they blend in together from afar give me the sense that he was envisioning the bigger picture in his mind in order to perfect each minute detail. This particular quality about his work really gets me to think about how easy it is to get caught up in everyday problems and how difficult it is to really appreciate life unless you step back for a moment and take a second look. Chuck really seems to capture his subjects’ personalities and true essences in their gazes, whether intense or indifferent.
Tragically, he was paralyzed in 1988 due to a blood clot that was found in his spinal cord which caused a very rare spinal artery collapse. However, despite this career threatening event Chuck underwent months of physical therapy and once he regained some use of his arms began to paint again with brushes strapped to his fingers and arms.