This will be the most random comment I have ever made in my life:
OMG JACKSON POLLACK! I know that’s random, but I loooooove him! I would kill to see a show of his (among degas, Jackson Pollack was my favorite modern artist I would love to see his works in person). I bought the movie ‘Mona Lisa Smile’ just to see the part where Julia Roberts character has the whole class go see a painting of Pollack’s, even though it was a reproduction, still can you imagine a moment of seeing one of them up-close I love that movie anyhow because of all the art, but still…. The browns, white, intensity of those colors, doesn’t remind me of fall, but the alcoholism that plagued him and his relationship to his wife (which if you’ve seen the film and know his life)…its full of rage, anger, precision all balled into one canvas Although to a lot of people his work is “omg its splatter paintings”, there full of emotion, complex human emotion like in Francis Bacon’s imagery. The sensation of all the horrors, and beauties of life are placed into it. You’re bombarded with this image and become entranced, and forget the ‘false’ images of beautiful women and stereotypes of art, that although we loved, this radical image makes you forget…
Everything from the Bauhaus, and the chairs… it’s this never-ending ideal of icons that plague architecture, and ‘art that is useable’ in the real world. I mean to me I’ve always liked looking through décor and furniture magazines to see the styles of furniture, even watching that ‘top design show’, the furniture, it’s this whole collision of things that make you see the whole world as an art piece, the theatro mundi. I would love to own a place that has that feel, not a place that’s awhile, but a living art space that everyday another performance art has occurred, whether or not its sleeping, eating, drinking, whatever it may be.
Richard Hamilton and pop art, that collage always makes giggle when you think about the places he got those images of the lollipop, the erotic image of the woman, commercialism is obviously key is these beginnings of art. Which of course lead into Andy Warhol Mannnn…then of course the part about Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg and William Burroughs, DAMN talk about wowzers…
I want to get the open road, and the naked lunch. Their is this impending horror that came from these images they both created sound distorted in a way that is unorthodox and because it is, it creates these distorted visions of reality that not even sci-fi writers cold come up with… especially the pieces of the movie we watched Wooow… I’m so gonna find that movie and watch it! It looks so disturbing, and even though yes it gave me a nightmare, still…. There is this sense of seeing into his mind, no matter how messed up he was, its this undeniable truth to it which I find really amazing.
Howl, I already made a comment about that and how stupid people we’re to censor it, so that’s my piece and I'm sticking to it.
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