Wednesday, March 27, 2024

Richard Serra, 2 November 1938 – 26 March 2024

Serra died yesterday; 85 years old.  Hard to think of a more original or influential sculptor in the last fifty years.  Not my favorite, but I walked by Tilted Arc on my way home from work most days for a few months 35 years ago.  Got to know it well; and knew the two brothers Serra paid to keep it free from graffiti and other vandalism.  Funny, I was just thinking about it the other day, the day before he died. Prompted by a David Rimanelli post.  Reread Gary Indiana's Debby with Monument piece in the Village Voice. Made fun of Serra for getting so upset about his work being destroyed. Artists are funny that way. 








Just wanted to say how much I enjoyed walking around it.  Knew enough people who knew him, though we never met.  Did see him in the back room at Gagosian maybe twelve years ago.  Right before he walked up the stairs.  Looked right at me like he recognized me, held my gaze then walked away.  I wasn't about to try to start a conversation from across the room.  Besides, it was a Saturday.





RIP.  May his name be a blessing.


Wednesday, March 20, 2024

Another 12 Favorite Books


the Satyricon



the Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia



L'Histoire de Juliette ou les Prospérités du vice





Persuasion




the Old Curiosity Shop






Wuthering Heights




Demons (Бѣсы)



Voyage au centre de la Terre




À rebours



Finnegans Wake




Notre-Dame-des-Fleurs



Molloy




Friday, March 15, 2024

Santos mirando hacia el escenario

 



Dos collages digitales 14 de marzo de 2024

Saturday, March 9, 2024

Santos mirando hacia abajo



 Dos collages digitales 9 de marzo de 2024

Friday, March 8, 2024

Drôle de drame, 1937





directed by Marcel Carné

written by  Jacques Prévert

designed by Alexandre Trauner

photographed by Eugen Schüfftan




Something I watched at the UConn Film Society when I was a student, maybe sixteen or seventeen years old at the time.  The first of the Carné/Prévert pictures I got to see.  Projected in sixteen millimeter and well worn, but better than not seeing it at all.  A movie that makes me laugh uncontrollably, as it should.




It's a feast for actors, Françoise Rosay, Michel Simon, Jean-Louis Barrault, Jean-Pierre Aumont, Louis Jouvet, Nadine Vogel, Pierre Alcover. Finest of their time.



Watched it again the other night, then read a couple of essays regarding it.  Then came up with my own interpretation, especially on the central threesome of Rosay, Simon and Barrault.  Barrault, the serial killer enables Simon as the writer and horticulturalist to love his wife as well as his Mimosas and Carnivorous Flowers. The killer also enables the Wife to see that she is capable of being loved. At picture's end Irwin Molyneux the Horticulturist must die so that Felix Chapel the Novelist can live (and receive the inheritance that his wife's aunt has bequeathed him in that name.)





Better to be thought of as a killer than as one who has fallen beneath their station in life.