Friday, May 27, 2011

Piet

Piet Mondrian
Still Life with Ginger Jar II
1911-12
Mondrian's early paintings leave me with really quite a pleasant sensation.  It is the way he divides space, which is not at all aggressive as so many other cubist works seem to be.  Everything in the room - the space, the air, the objects, are broken up into pieces - soft rounded shapes, not really rough blocks.  It feels as though I am wallowing through a room, and the pieces are hanging from the ceiling on strands of thread.  There is a light wind, that puts the pieces is a small, calming, constant motion.  And as I walk in the room, I have to use my hands to move away the pieces in front of me, but once I pass they float back into their original positions.  Everything is soft and welcoming.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

3-D Street Art

3D Street Art Edgar Mueller

I've never come across this before - amazing how three dimensional it looks.  I wouldn't dare to step in the middle of that!  It's cool because as soon as they lay down the first lines, they already look like they're diving into the street.

Friday, May 13, 2011

unrelated post and music

When you get lost in emotions, look back at the facts.  You might find positive reinforcement.



Thursday, May 12, 2011

dandelions

In the states people go through lots of trouble, money, and pesticides to get rid of the dandelions in their yards.  When I was in kindergarten in Russia I got in trouble for picking dandelions because they are flowers.


Friday, May 6, 2011

day dreaming, star gazing

Sometimes, when we're living our dreams, we forget about reality.  But reality doesn't go anywhere, reality is what will stay with you when the dreams are gone.  And when you're carried away, before you do something, you have to think, could this ever work in reality.  And maybe it can, maybe you can overcome all the obstacles of reality.  But when you don't see any obstacles, then you know you're just dreaming, because reality always brings obstacles.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

ambitions

"By the age of 14 I could paint like Raphael.  I spent the rest of my life learning how not to."
-Pablo Picasso
P. Picasso "Meditarranean Landscape" 

Monday, April 25, 2011

2 stories

I was at work and a German guy came in with his two kids.  They spoke German to each other.  They ordered a hot chocolate, so I asked if they wanted whipped cream.  When the father asked the kids about whipped cream, they both yelled, "Jaaaaa!"  I laughed and said that even I understood that.  But the father didn't understand me, and thought that I meant to say that I understand German.

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Сегодня в университете я стояла в коридоре и ждала пока освободиться комната, урок перед нашим задерживался.  Когда наконец почти все вышли, мы стали заходить - в нашем классе много народу, и один парень из предедущего класса не успел выйти и ждал пока мы все зайдем.  Я хотела сесть рядом с дверью, так что ждала рядом с ним.  Он спросил что это за класс, я сказала что История Искусства.  Я спросила его что за класс здесь до нас.  Он сухо ответил Math 536, и на этом мы разошлись.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

modernity

I got out of class today and headed to the bus stop.  It was cold and windy, and the bus wasn't there.  I looked around and thought - I'm not going to wait here with everyone else, I'm going to walk to the next bus stop.  The bus caught up to me right as I got to the next stop.  I got on feeling sneaky and competent, feeling like I got away and got ahead, only to realize that I'm right back with all those people who were waiting at the last stop.

So I had to think - in this university, this city, this world, and especially this digital world, is there a way to escape, and way to get away?  Was there ever?  Or will society catch up with you no matter how hard you try to let go of it.  You try to be different, innovative, unique, but you end up in the exact same place as everybody else.  Is there a general tendency to search for an escape, and is it growing?

What about the western artists of the early 20th century, who tried so much to get away from urban cities, away from Paris, and back into land that was unexplored.  What about artists of the 21th century?  It seems that today artists are not trying to get away from reality, but mocking it.  But could it be the same desire to escape, except disguised?  Maybe we still haven't situated ourselves within modernity, but now we are afraid to admit it, so we make fun of it instead, making it look like it doesn't effect us, while in reality we still don't understand it.