Cy Twombly, (Untitled) Scenes from an ideal marriage
Oil stick, oil and watercolour on paper
(via artnet Galleries - Galerie Karsten Greve AG, St. Moritz)
Cy Twombly, (Untitled) Scenes from an ideal marriage
Oil stick, oil and watercolour on paper
(via artnet Galleries - Galerie Karsten Greve AG, St. Moritz)
Cover for Nick Cave’s Complete Lyrics 1978-2013 (out September) from Brooklyn tattoo artist Duke Riley.
‘Hopefully it captures the beauty laced with darkness that is so much a part of Nick Cave’s lyrics. The image is actually based on several different memorials for sailors lost at sea. Some are from New England, around the area where I grew up. I listened exclusively to Nick Cave albums the entire time I was working on it and tried to sneak references to lyrics in where I could’
Kintsukuroi; Japanese art of repairing with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.
Poems to the Sea by Cy Twombly I-IV 1959
“He visualises with loving colours the silent space that exists between and around words.”
- John Berger
It’s World AIDS Day. See what you can do.
[image: Keith Haring, “Ignorance=Fear” (1989)]
Frankfurt-am-Main (2012), expired Polaroid film
Photographs by Umberto Pettazzoni - check out Umberto’s exhibition of dry colour prints/pinhole photographs kicking off tomorrow at Circolo Arci Belleville Genova, Italy.
Here’s the stuff in Italian:
15BLUEs - Polaroid di Umberto Pettazzoni (a cura di Elisa Brivio). 15 blues perché sono 15 e il blu è la tonalità delle polaroid scadute. Non sono immagini, o meglio, non solo. Sono prima di tutto oggetti che restituiscono occasioni, ambienti, sensazioni. Oggetti, e come tali vengono restituiti: inscatolati. Hanno un peso, un volume, una consistenza che è propria della materia. Hanno l’immediatezza del digitale, e al contempo l’irripetibilità antica del dagherrotipo, unicum positivo e negativo al tempo stesso. Tangibile, fragile. E poi sono sguardi che s’appoggiano sulle cose, visioni evanescenti, malinconiche, non tristi: blues, appunto. E ancora, sono pensieri buttati giù direttamente in bella. Prove di nulla. Estemporanee fini a se stesse, appunti visivi che si muovono fra Milano e Francoforte, passando per altri luoghi, non precisati, perché il diario appartiene al viaggio, ma anche al quotidiano. Il risultato è uno scrapbook capace di raccontare, con discrezione, l’intimità di tempi e luoghi inanimati.
This afternoon I took my friend Sav to the Whitechapel Gallery to see the wonderful installation by Giuseppe Penone, and we also stumbled into this Mel Bochner exhibition. (Photo by sav_)
While a minority of American are in a post-election meltdown over the browning of America, I feel compelled to admit that the part of America that is in a constant state of flux, always shifting, moving, changing, and accepting of the fact that the only things that unite Americans are a few ideas, is what I love about this place. To be American is to be dynamic, maybe even volatile, but never staid. Looking back, to borrow a Biblical allegory, is to turn into salt. I don’t think it’s an accident that the winning Presidential candidate’s slogan this year was “Forward” — that’s the direction we expect from America, even if we’re chronically disappointed. Sara Rahbar’s Flag series captures some of the energy I love about America.