Showing posts with label contemporary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label contemporary. Show all posts
Thursday, October 20, 2022
BEAUTY: Ceramics--Takuro Kuwata
The modern, kaleidoscopic, psychedelic tea bowls of Japanese ceramic artist Takuro Kuwata are mesmerizing. His use of platinum as a glaze on these whimsical, alien pieces is particularly stunning.
http://www.takurokuwata.com/
http://www.takurokuwata.com/
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Thursday, August 31, 2017
BEAUTY: Photography--Benjamin Goss
The exquisite experimental portraiture work of photographer Benjamin Goss looks antique yet is in fact current. But his technique is old school: using large format cameras and color negatives, he develops his photos instead of printing them digitally which accounts for the lovely, wistful look and the almost random behavior of the color.
http://www.benjamingossphotography.com/
http://www.benjamingossphotography.com/
Monday, October 3, 2016
The Other Stuff
"It used to be that you had to go through such effort to find out about the things you were interested in that you would accumulate all this other stuff along the way, and it would become part of you in a way that it doesn’t anymore."
— Daniel Clowes
I was just complaining to a friend about this...sometimes the other stuff you tripped over along the way became more interesting! I guess it can still be done, but people just Google or get exactly what they already like fed to them...
http://danielclowes.com/
— Daniel Clowes
I was just complaining to a friend about this...sometimes the other stuff you tripped over along the way became more interesting! I guess it can still be done, but people just Google or get exactly what they already like fed to them...
http://danielclowes.com/
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Daniel Clowes,
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Monday, October 22, 2012
BEAUTY: Photography--Jo Hedwig Teeuwisse
Jo Hedwig Teeuwisse, an historical consultant in Amsterdam, was at a flea market in 2007 when she came across a box of old negatives of scenes from World War II. She recognized some of the locales and set out to photograph the exact same spots to compare. Much like what San Francisco-based photographer Shawn Clover is doing with shots of the 1906 earthquake (previously here), Teeuwisse digitally melds the two time streams to create a startling--and in this case heart-wrenching--unique perspective.
See more at her Flickr stream:
http://www.flickr.com/people/hab3045/
Visit her historical consulting site:
http://www.hab3045.nl/
This negative...
...plus this current photo in Cherbourg...
...creates this.
Here are more from her chilling "Ghosts of War" series.
See more at her Flickr stream:
http://www.flickr.com/people/hab3045/
Visit her historical consulting site:
http://www.hab3045.nl/
Sunday, October 7, 2012
"Fratres" by Arvo Pärt
Last night, I attended a concert at the Davies Symphony Hall in San Francisco and heard a piece of music that is new to me. The Estonian composer Arvo Pärt wrote "Fratres" in 1977. Many different arrangements of the piece exist; I heard a version for strings and percussion. And was completely overwhelmed.
"Fratres" is simple, starts softly, builds in intensity (the strings get louder and louder, the percussion gets louder) and then fades away again. But the repetition of the little phrase the strings play is so heartbreaking; there is something about the piece that speaks to me of a certain kind of tension between melancholy and hopefulness. It is bittersweet but that is not quite the right word. I want a word that means feeling sadness but being content in the sadness, as though contemplating life itself, contemplating the suffering, brings a profound realization of the preciousness of life, of its fleetingness, its beauty. I don't think there is a word in English that captures that. I wonder if there is a language that can say all that in one word. (UPDATE: I think I may have found the language and word. In Japanese, the word yugen subtly means “a profound, mysterious sense of the beauty of the universe… and the sad beauty of human suffering”... I think that could be it!)
There is a holiness to the piece, and I certainly do not mean that in a religious way. I mean holy in the sense of "a cosmic, everlasting, transcendent truth." It speaks to an enigma...but "speak" is not the right word either. "Fratres" is all about the unspoken... things that cannot be uttered. Things that simply are, with no mind to formulate a word, with no mouth make a sentence... it is beyond corporeal.
At about 3/4 of the way through, I started to cry. And after the piece, I sat stunned and teary through the set up for the next piece, a Bartok piano concerto... I could not stop crying.
"I could compare my music to white light which contains all colours. Only a prism can divide the colours and make them appear; this prism could be the spirit of the listener."
--Arvo Pärt
http://www.arvopart.info/
"Fratres" is simple, starts softly, builds in intensity (the strings get louder and louder, the percussion gets louder) and then fades away again. But the repetition of the little phrase the strings play is so heartbreaking; there is something about the piece that speaks to me of a certain kind of tension between melancholy and hopefulness. It is bittersweet but that is not quite the right word. I want a word that means feeling sadness but being content in the sadness, as though contemplating life itself, contemplating the suffering, brings a profound realization of the preciousness of life, of its fleetingness, its beauty. I don't think there is a word in English that captures that. I wonder if there is a language that can say all that in one word. (UPDATE: I think I may have found the language and word. In Japanese, the word yugen subtly means “a profound, mysterious sense of the beauty of the universe… and the sad beauty of human suffering”... I think that could be it!)
There is a holiness to the piece, and I certainly do not mean that in a religious way. I mean holy in the sense of "a cosmic, everlasting, transcendent truth." It speaks to an enigma...but "speak" is not the right word either. "Fratres" is all about the unspoken... things that cannot be uttered. Things that simply are, with no mind to formulate a word, with no mouth make a sentence... it is beyond corporeal.
At about 3/4 of the way through, I started to cry. And after the piece, I sat stunned and teary through the set up for the next piece, a Bartok piano concerto... I could not stop crying.
"I could compare my music to white light which contains all colours. Only a prism can divide the colours and make them appear; this prism could be the spirit of the listener."
--Arvo Pärt
http://www.arvopart.info/
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