With Rinus Van De Velde
“We suffer from a strange kind of amnesia. Yes, we are individuals with a personal history, machines with a particular wiring that generate meanings. But our daily existence is also one big mess of words, impulses and experiences, tiny explosions that renew who we are at every infinitesimal moment.” (Conrad M.)”
Sometimes I feel like this: And other times I feel like this:
Young Woman on the Beach
My daughter Peyton was given a lovely book on Impressionists for her birthday. It’s one of those fantastic Taschen volumes – and this painting was on the cover of Volume 2. It’s aptly named Young Woman on the Beach (1886-88) and was painted by Philip Wilson Steer – a leading British Impressionist and the founder of the New England Art Club (which was for flunkies who couldn’t get into the Royal Academy).
Flunky or not… I love this painting. I can’t stop looking at it. It reminds me of those Richard Segalman beach paintings that I adore.
I admit, it’s not every person who sits around wondering … how could I pay homage to Josef Albers? But there are some of us out there.
For Francesco Vezzoli the answer is to needlepoint Albers’ color studies.
I’m not really sure how to classify Vezzoli as an artist except to say he’s wildly ironic, and terribly eclectic. I do love the idea of his non fragrance GREED – which came complete with a Polanski directed commercial.
Sometimes I feel like this:
And other times I feel like this:
I was very taken with this blue violin case though I don’t know why exactly. I also love the people on the beach dressed in (slimming) black. I think maybe if there’s any truth to reincarnation, then I must have lived somewhere in either Northern Africa or France, during the early 1900s. Something about things from this time period really resonate with me.
The Electric Dress (Atsuko Tanaka)
I’m over at TNB today with the second volume of my new monthly idea Things Seen (and Unseen). Please head over and have a look.
See you Monday with all sorts of good stuff… including how I learned that my old interior designer was in his own words – “The Savior of the Universe” (no joke – and it turns out his astrological sidekick was Roseanne Barr’s psychic)…