Work on Paper
Founder of the ZERO MOVEMENT. *** ONE OF MY FAVORITE ARTISTS ***. MORE TO COME ::::: #OPART, #LIGHTART, #KINETICART
Work on Paper
Founder of the ZERO MOVEMENT. *** ONE OF MY FAVORITE ARTISTS ***. MORE TO COME ::::: #OPART, #LIGHTART, #KINETICART
“La pasión es geometría. Rombos, cilindros, ángulos latidores. La pasión es geometría que cae al abismo, observada desde el fondo del abismo”
Roberto Bolaño, Prosa del otoño en Gerona
“Passion is geometry. Rhombuses, cylinders, lateral angles. Passion is geometry that falls into the abyss, observed from the depths of the abyss.”
Roberto Bolaño. Tales of the Autum in Gerona
TODAY’S INSPIRATION - KANDINSKY – BLACK LINES, 1913
Yes, the MOMA PS- 1 located Long Island City, Queens it’s a fantastic place to appreciate art when there’s not a party. M Wells food + not so many people + good company and – any noise these installations made even better my last Sunday. First and best stop: Olafur Eliasson “Your waste of time” 2013. Ice, cooling system, Styrofoam, wood. The artist have been working with many elements throughout his career. This work is with massive centuries-old ice pieces of ice from Iceland’s largest glacier, Vatnajökull, can be dated around AD 1200. They are presented as sculptures that are refrigerated with a temperature below freezing.
LAST STOP: James Turrell, Meeting 1986. Long term installation. Meeting is an installation that focuses on light and perception. Its part of Turrell’s series of “skyspaces,” which involves enclosed spaces with rectangular or rounded holes cut into the ceiling exposing the open sky. You can see the intensity of a blue or a pink sky during sunset.
Despierto en una habitación extraña, una cama blanca de hotel que contrasta con el cielo gris. El día oscuro despierta alguna angustia o más bien una nostalgia. Nostalgia de aquellos días luminosos. Nostalgia de esos días cuando estaba viva y soñaba. No sé sí era diciembre o enero pero sé que sentía el viento helado en la cara. Hoy siento tus risas tan lejanas, hoy los sueños son opacos. Por la tarde busco tu sombra, hoy estoy perdida en esta ciudad oscura.
*foto por Ansel Adams
The exhibit started in the streets of Habana, Cuba. The Bienal had the most amazing street art ever done in the streets of Havana. Now, they brought us some of the images to the Bryce Wolkowitz Gallery in New Yor City, for us to have a hint of this astonishing work. Please look at the wall outside the gallery. Bravo !!!!!
A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.
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With her work my eyes see a beauty metaphor, a collage of textiles with bonds that exemplify the cultures and unions of humans and practices transcending time, space and the mind. Its hard to describe what field Hicks works on; … Continue reading
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She gives sex to colors/ pink and purple are her colors/ the rest are for boys / with only 3 years old / capable of having this internal discussions / genius within
One original COLOR is worth a thousand mindless COLORS : )
I have a new color to work on this summer !!!!
Efy my beautiful friend received me today with this quote in the morning. “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
~ Sylvia Plath. How simple,how amazing. Just sit down, digest your coffee and brag, I am. On my way here I also read Roxy’s post about “why we are always waiting in life for something to happen, if what happens is life”. That’s it. Ufff I think my Friday has a name. Live this precise moment, maintain the balance and embrace life. To finish, another quote, a very aesthetic, imaginative and abstract quote by Rimbaud. ”I am another”. Food for thought.
I’ve been assigned on difficult tasks before. One time resolving the situation of a humanitarian disaster like the case of Somalia a few years ago in the United Nations, where I used to work. Some other time, the case of Afghanistan where thousands of civilians were and still are dying but then we, as a country part of the Security Council at the UN had to take part on a vote in a resolution with important sanctions or mandates. Other cases were for the poorest and the more vulnerable populations in the world, like those affected not only economically but morally by the Financial Crisis.
Some other duties I have now are as Consul of Costa Rica in NY, where I have seen cases of inmigrants sick and dying in this country and wanting to go to their country of origin but they can’t even get on a plane anymore and/or they haven’t seen their mothers for decades and want to say goodbye. But this time, I had to go and search for Costarricans in hospitals, or on the phone with hotels finding out with their relatives if they were alive. I just testified the horror of a Police State in the US. A country where now people can’t even celebrate a sport with the freedom and dynamism they’ve always done it with. Today, we accomplished our mission at the moment I heard a young student thank me on the phone when she felt protected and grateful by our presence there in Boston just a few hours after she left the exact scene of the bombing just because a friend told her she needed to go study.
Here just a few of the scenarios:
“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist
“There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened” Charles Baudelaire.
When you set a scene and situation to write about, when you get to see a work of art that you admire, when you arrive at the top of a mountain, when you finish a painting, when you see a smile in a dog, when you feel somebody else’s sadness, when you read signals, when everything is PERFECTLY connected, when you love.
The streets were damp and gray; those were the streets where no one lived. Deep dark clouds were moving at high speed. It was a special day. I was restless and wanted some signals. It was Friday; we went out on a trip despite the weather conditions and time. In front of us, a big black cloud threatened with a storm. It started to rain. Any hope of sun vanished away. We got into a bar and ordered two drinks. Mezcal for you and Rum for me. “That’s what we needed”, we said, then we left. With the rain, the grass got greener and the blue mountains stood out from the gray lamped landscape. I saw strangers walking and riding through the streets in silence. I drove in silence too. The soundtrack in the car played “my little girl, drive anywhere, do what you want, I don’t care”. It was near nightfall and a little bit of sunlight emerged. It lit up the sky. We parked on a bridge. We had to park to appreciate this. On my right side there was a giant moon rising reflecting its own light on the lake. What a strong feeling of serenity and calm!. I was standing there in awe. On my left side, the volcano was erupting and the sun falling. How much power and inspiration! Tears came out of my eyes. It was a discovery. “Yes, it’s possible!” I repeated. I got the message.
El viento de la noche golpea en las ventanas, interrumpe el silencio. Nuestras miradas se encuentran, el vino nos relaja súbitamente. Termina la cena, nuestras manos sobre la mesa, nuestras mentes en el encuentro. Las decoraciones del postre no importan, tampoco la ropa nueva. Se oye el reloj de la cocina, el viento sigue soplando, al fondo mueve la cortina de terciopelo. Hacemos planes para el fin de semana, suena tu teléfono. El reloj marca las once, tu te acercas, tocas mi cabello. Yo cierro los ojos, despego en un sueño. Un sueño salvaje, en que no limpiemos los platos, que los tirásemos al suelo, que viviésemos el presente, que lo desafiásemos de nuevo. Uno en que suenen tambores, que bailemos con deseo, que marchen soldados, que canten mil voces, que anuncien la llegada de un heredero.
For years I heard a good friend saying: does art creates nature or nature creates art?. I was very young and very confused about this philosophical question. Inside of me I definitely felt it’s Nature who creates art. Today, I was looking at quotes for inspiration to write about something and I found this one from a fabulous writer I discovered through Tania my friend who lives in Barcelona who’s a very special and inspiring woman. This quote opened my eyes and gave me a relief. I know Nature is superior to everything, even art. It’s my mirror, it’s my salvation. Today, I hope to have a re encounter with our mother earth. Going away for a few nights for a green revival.
AGAIN THIS POST BECAUSE ITS SO GOOD, ITS WORTH DOING IT 1000 TIMES
Tu mirada es mi filtro de colores y quiero flotar en tu mar permanentemente.
Tus aguas son mi lenguaje musical y mi luz es tu alma cristalina.
Tu lógica es mi felicidad y tus tristezas mis viajes pasajeros.
Tus pasiones son mis debilidades y tus sonrisas mi nobleza.
Mis miedos y temores son tus verguenzas y tu fuerza es mi determinación.
Mis lágrimas tus penas y tu bondad mi destino.
Had the pleasure to see James Turell’s exhibition yesterday evening that features a work he started in the dessert in Arizona in 1970.
Autonomous Structures, as you can see in the picture above, are chambers designed for experiencing visual phenomena and connecting visitors with the movements of the cosmos.
As he explained, “Autonomous Structures are just containers for the light; the art is in the experience of the viewer.” Made between 1989 and 2010, the models evolved from spaces Turrell built and designed within the Roden Crater and, like the crater’s chambers, contain Skypaces (apertures to the sky carved into an enclosed space) or Ganzfeld pieces (unmodulated field of light that dissolve architectural space).
Influenced by the design of ancient observatories, including Angkor Wat, Machu Picchu in Peru, and the Mayan and Egyptian pyramids, this amazing structures are simultaneously ancient and futuristic.
such a beautiful song and video, …. so good.
“Many miles from where I’m sleeping
You share laughter in the evening
As do I, in the great divine
Yours is mine
We’ll find love
The kind we’re dreaming of”
We walked in the mud through an impenetrable mountain. It was a lost paradise where the silence was our only companion. The mud reminded us on every step our obstacles and the dirt made us accomplices of something that we only knew. For some time we thought that one of those encounters at the darkest time of the day could be the last one. I remember the mountain had luxurious and impressive trees with emerging sap, reminding us that nature saves. Vegetation was thick, the desire was intense, and the more we climbed up the more the mass forgot our existence. Sunrises were our missed links and the mist of the night made us warriors, artists and poets. That was our destiny: the awakening of an inward poetry, so personal that one afternoon caught us on the top of the mountain and it was so silent it became unbearable. That afternoon we had to choose and your words came to rescue a promise of a tender separation and eternal loyalty.
AS SEEN IN THE ARMORY SHOW. BARBARA KRUGER, WELL KNOWN CONCEPTUAL ARTIST THAT WORKS WITH PICTURES AND WORDS. THIS ONE, DEFINITELY MY FAVORITE.
The Brooklyn contemporary artist José Parlá, has now and until March 28th his first solo exhibition at the Haunch of Venison in London, after one he had back in 2008. “Broken Language” includes paintings, sculptures and photographs.
This work is a vivid resemblance of his life: movement, rites of passage and documented travels then expressed through very diverse mediums. Stories are captured through marking and calligraphy, emotions with layers of paint and textures, and rhythms through lively and deep combination of colors that reflect his Cuban roots.
“Broken Language” proves the logical analogy between colour and sound, between forms and rhythm of beat. These striking pieces give to those observers capable of feeling them, lofty emotions beyond the reach of words.
Part of his latest projects include “Wrinkles of the City”, a collaboration with JR the French artist, for the 11th Havana Biennial in Cuba, a public mural commissioned by the Barclays Center in Downtown Brooklyn and a mural painting commissioned by the Brooklyn Academy of Music for the new BAM FISHER Theatre in Brooklyn.
Photos courtesy of the artist.
Last night at dinner Cristina -a wonderful woman I met- mentioned E. B. White and a quote that I was very impressed by.
The quote: “No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky” is true to me in every possible way as I am a firm believer that one does not only need the “chance or luck” in life but the eye and the attitude, to see it, to accept it, and to make it happen. IT is whatever, just name it: whatever you want to create, to have, every wish you have, that will always need chance+opportunity. One needs to embrace, to be ready and receive that.
“Charlotte’s web”, one of his books is about how a little pig becomes best friend with a spider. I read it many years ago in Mexico City, where I used to spend long periods of time when my sister Nany used to live there. This small and amazing book was recommended to me by a little boy Rodriguito, my nephew, who’s now 18 yrs old. A book that many children read and one that should be read by lots of adults, because of its freshness, beauty and sweetness.
So here I will give you some of the quotes I have found, many about New York, the city I love the most.
This lecture today gave me a lot of inspiration to write, to create, to make things happen.
“There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter — the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.
…Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion. ”
“Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.”
“One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.”
“If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.”
“A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning. The city is like poetry: it compresses all life, all races and breeds, into a small island and adds music and the accompaniment of internal engines. The island of Manhattan is without any doubt the greatest human concentrate on earth, the poem whose magic is comprehensible to millions of permanent residents but whose full meaning will always remain elusive.”
“Be obscure clearly.”
From Tame Impala’s amazing Lonerism, the album standout “Mind Mischief” gets a hypnotic, minimalist tweak by electronic master The Field <3 enjoy here
“Her goal its to explore whats left unsaid along the edges of a conversation: Its the principle of looking at familiar stars so the galaxies that cant be seen head on, appear out of the corner of your eye”
@Just Saying, a great article in the New Yorker about “The anti-theatrical theater of Annie Baker”
“A picture is worth a thousand words. But words are slow and and a picture is immediate: in one moment of clear perception, an image may impress upon us what only hours of reading can convey” Gurdjieff
Gurdjieff likened awakening to escaping from prison. This prison is the person’s own sleep, and the primary force that keeps people locked up is that they know of their own captivity. He believed in “The Fourth Way” that described in a few words its an ancient system for the development of consciousness through self-knowledge. His book “The fourth Way” it’s a must read.
“Once in a while
Two people meet
Seemingly for no reason
They just pass on the street
Suddenly thunder showers everywhere
Who can explain the thunder and rain
But there’s something in the air”