Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Midterm-Article
“Exhibit at Hawk Matches Hype”
Recently, I visited Hawk Galleries in Columbus, Ohio. An exhibition of Martin Blank is currently running through November 4, 2007. Being the pessimist that I am, I went to this exhibit thinking “oh great, another ‘up and coming’ artist to disappoint and probably repulse me.” However, upon entering the gallery, I was pleasantly surprised.
Walking into Hawk Galleries, you are greeted by the ever gracious hosts and hostesses who are at your beck and call to help you decide if this particular artwork will work well with your chi, feng shui, size of room, color of room, blah, blah, blah. What ever happened to just enjoying the art? Buying it because you loved it, it moved something in you, not because it matches your drapes. But, I digress.
After fending off the vultures that met me at the door, I went to see the artwork for myself. Knowing the little that I know of Martin Blank (his artwork is extremely feminine in nature, abstract artist exploring the importance of the void in art, negative space is just as important as substance, glass blowing and charcoal etchings) I wasn’t really expecting much. It takes a lot to move me with a piece of artwork, which leads me to believe, sometimes, that I may be in the wrong field of work. However, I was pleasantly surprised the closer and closer I got to his work, especially the etchings.
Recently, I visited Hawk Galleries in Columbus, Ohio. An exhibition of Martin Blank is currently running through November 4, 2007. Being the pessimist that I am, I went to this exhibit thinking “oh great, another ‘up and coming’ artist to disappoint and probably repulse me.” However, upon entering the gallery, I was pleasantly surprised.
Walking into Hawk Galleries, you are greeted by the ever gracious hosts and hostesses who are at your beck and call to help you decide if this particular artwork will work well with your chi, feng shui, size of room, color of room, blah, blah, blah. What ever happened to just enjoying the art? Buying it because you loved it, it moved something in you, not because it matches your drapes. But, I digress.
After fending off the vultures that met me at the door, I went to see the artwork for myself. Knowing the little that I know of Martin Blank (his artwork is extremely feminine in nature, abstract artist exploring the importance of the void in art, negative space is just as important as substance, glass blowing and charcoal etchings) I wasn’t really expecting much. It takes a lot to move me with a piece of artwork, which leads me to believe, sometimes, that I may be in the wrong field of work. However, I was pleasantly surprised the closer and closer I got to his work, especially the etchings.
His glass sculptures are very beautiful, indeed. Sensual and feminine as expected, colors usually monochromatic in red. His shape is juxtaposed and speaks emotions to anyone who were to lay eyes upon it.
As impressive as his glass sculptures are, his etchings are what caught my eye the most. They are mostly of women, nude, faceless, but still you can feel the power and strength in these women. Color, once again, varies between shades of red, texture is usually rough; yet seems soft at the same time with the movement of the female images. “The Three Fates,” one of the etchings on display, oddly enough aren’t women. They are portrayed as men, still faceless in a never ending circle of life and death, as their name suggests from the European mythological figures, the Fates.
I am usually disappointed by hype. I try and stay as far away from it as possible. I am hard to please, stubborn, and am very rarely moved to endorse most art exhibits in the past few years. My faith in art was renewed at this exhibit. I hope yours will be too. Go see the Martin Blank Exhibit. I’m sure you will be happy you did. Believe the hype.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Monologue
"My Short Skirt"
by: Eve Ensler
**This is a poem that I heard my senior year of high school when I went to a community production of "The Vagina Monologues." I remember being in awe of the things I had just heard from the three women on stage and this was the last thing that was read. I was crying at the end because I was so touched by what I heard. I thought that this was a very important poem for our time and I picked it as my monologue because it touched me so much.**
It is not an invitation
A provocation
An indication
That I want it
Or give it
Or that I hook.
My short skirt
Is not begging for it
It does not want you
To rip it off me or pull it down.
My short skirt
Is not a legal reason
For raping me
Although it has been before
It will not hold up
In the new court.
My short skirt, believe it or not
Has nothing to do with you.
My short skirt
Is about discovering
The power of my lower calves
About cool autumn air
Traveling up my inner thighs
About allowing everything I see
Or pass or feel to live inside.
My short skirt
Is not proof
That I am stupid
Or undecided
Or a malleable little girl.
My short skirt
Is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
My short skirt
Is not showing off
This is who I am
Before you made me cover it
Or tone it down.
Get used to it.
My short skirt
Is happiness
I can feel myself
On the ground.
I am here.
I am hot.
My short skirt
Is a liberation flag
In the women's army
I declare these streets,
Any streets
My vagina's country.
My short skirt
Is turquoise water
With swimming colored fish
A summer festival
In the starry dark
A bird calling
A train arriving in a foreign town
My short skirt
Is a wild spin
A full breath
A tango dip
My short skirt is initiation
Appreciation
Excitation.
But mainly my short skirt
And everything under it is
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
by: Eve Ensler
**This is a poem that I heard my senior year of high school when I went to a community production of "The Vagina Monologues." I remember being in awe of the things I had just heard from the three women on stage and this was the last thing that was read. I was crying at the end because I was so touched by what I heard. I thought that this was a very important poem for our time and I picked it as my monologue because it touched me so much.**
It is not an invitation
A provocation
An indication
That I want it
Or give it
Or that I hook.
My short skirt
Is not begging for it
It does not want you
To rip it off me or pull it down.
My short skirt
Is not a legal reason
For raping me
Although it has been before
It will not hold up
In the new court.
My short skirt, believe it or not
Has nothing to do with you.
My short skirt
Is about discovering
The power of my lower calves
About cool autumn air
Traveling up my inner thighs
About allowing everything I see
Or pass or feel to live inside.
My short skirt
Is not proof
That I am stupid
Or undecided
Or a malleable little girl.
My short skirt
Is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
My short skirt
Is not showing off
This is who I am
Before you made me cover it
Or tone it down.
Get used to it.
My short skirt
Is happiness
I can feel myself
On the ground.
I am here.
I am hot.
My short skirt
Is a liberation flag
In the women's army
I declare these streets,
Any streets
My vagina's country.
My short skirt
Is turquoise water
With swimming colored fish
A summer festival
In the starry dark
A bird calling
A train arriving in a foreign town
My short skirt
Is a wild spin
A full breath
A tango dip
My short skirt is initiation
Appreciation
Excitation.
But mainly my short skirt
And everything under it is
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
My experiences with theatre
I haven't had many experiences with theatre in my life, but the ones that I have had affected me greatly and made me appreciate the theatre a lot.
Once I hit high school, I immediately signed up for the drama club to experience what it was like to be on stage and the different components to putting together an entire show. My first performance was on stage my sophomore year. I played a mean, grumpy drill instructor in an odd comedy called "The Interview." It took two characters at a time, one was the interviewer and one the interviewee. After the original banter with the employer and job seeker, the interview ends with a big laugh and the job seeker then becomes the interviewer and another unsuspecting candidate for this "dream job" comes through the door for another round of torture. I loved the idea of playing someone completely unlike me and understanding the timing that a comedy took.
My next adventure was my junior year when I played Scrooge in an all female version of A Christmas Story. After that, it was my senior year playing Glenda, the good witch, in the Wizard of Oz.
My favorite experience was seeing the Broadway show Cabaret. Didn't actually get to see it live, but I watched the DVD of performances and also watched the movie with Liza Minnelli. I fell in love with the music and the characters. It was such an odd story, but very intriguing at the same time. I am still waiting for it to come back around again so I can experience it live.
Once I hit high school, I immediately signed up for the drama club to experience what it was like to be on stage and the different components to putting together an entire show. My first performance was on stage my sophomore year. I played a mean, grumpy drill instructor in an odd comedy called "The Interview." It took two characters at a time, one was the interviewer and one the interviewee. After the original banter with the employer and job seeker, the interview ends with a big laugh and the job seeker then becomes the interviewer and another unsuspecting candidate for this "dream job" comes through the door for another round of torture. I loved the idea of playing someone completely unlike me and understanding the timing that a comedy took.
My next adventure was my junior year when I played Scrooge in an all female version of A Christmas Story. After that, it was my senior year playing Glenda, the good witch, in the Wizard of Oz.
My favorite experience was seeing the Broadway show Cabaret. Didn't actually get to see it live, but I watched the DVD of performances and also watched the movie with Liza Minnelli. I fell in love with the music and the characters. It was such an odd story, but very intriguing at the same time. I am still waiting for it to come back around again so I can experience it live.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Week #5 Literature Excerpt
"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns."
I was 13 years old when I read these first lines to the novel, "Lolita" by Valdamir Nabakov. I was on vacation in Florida with my mother and my cousin and was looking for a book to read on the flight home. I read the first two paragraphs and something in me told me that I needed to buy this book. Even through the exhaustion of a week long trip, I read the book in two days. Being so young at the time, I understood what I was reading and the way the words were put together and the eloquence of the writing touched me deeply. I knew I was reading a story of a girl about my age and her much older housemate turned stepfather turned lover. Being older now, I still can't get this book out of my head. I read it at least once every year or so just to go back and be taken away by the beauty of Nabakov's writing. Because, although this is a story of a young girl having an unnatural relationship with a much older man, it is really a story of love. After reading this story, I realized how much Humbert (the older man and main character) truly loved this girl, Lolita. He cared for her as he had cared for the first initial girl to steal his heart when he was Lolita's age. He consummately searched for the girl from his past, even though his age progressed and time moved on. If you don't have time to read the book, you should at least give the movie a try. Adrien Lyne's version with Jeremy Irons, not the 1960s version with James Mason.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns."
I was 13 years old when I read these first lines to the novel, "Lolita" by Valdamir Nabakov. I was on vacation in Florida with my mother and my cousin and was looking for a book to read on the flight home. I read the first two paragraphs and something in me told me that I needed to buy this book. Even through the exhaustion of a week long trip, I read the book in two days. Being so young at the time, I understood what I was reading and the way the words were put together and the eloquence of the writing touched me deeply. I knew I was reading a story of a girl about my age and her much older housemate turned stepfather turned lover. Being older now, I still can't get this book out of my head. I read it at least once every year or so just to go back and be taken away by the beauty of Nabakov's writing. Because, although this is a story of a young girl having an unnatural relationship with a much older man, it is really a story of love. After reading this story, I realized how much Humbert (the older man and main character) truly loved this girl, Lolita. He cared for her as he had cared for the first initial girl to steal his heart when he was Lolita's age. He consummately searched for the girl from his past, even though his age progressed and time moved on. If you don't have time to read the book, you should at least give the movie a try. Adrien Lyne's version with Jeremy Irons, not the 1960s version with James Mason.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Week #5 Quiz
Is the Function of art determined by its form?
Definitely not. Function can be expressed through any art form. If its meant to convey strong emotion, we can see this in music, dance, literature, music, poetry, photography. . . the list goes on and on. The art form is what at the artist's discretion. Whatever art form they believe will express what they're trying to, they will use. Any message can be delivered in any form, as long as the mind is open.
"The Jaberwocky" by Lewis Carrol
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Exposition
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: Exposition
All mimsy were the borogoves, Exposition
And the mome raths outgrabe. Exposition
"Beware the Jabberwock, (Antagonist) my son! Allegory/Exposition
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! ImageryAllegory/Exposition
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun Imagery/Allegory/Exposition
The frumious Bandersnatch!" Allegory/Exposition
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood, Allegory
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Allegory
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, Allegory
And burbled as it came! Allegory
One, two!
One, two!
And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! Conflict
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back. Imagery
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day!
Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy. Denouement
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Definitely not. Function can be expressed through any art form. If its meant to convey strong emotion, we can see this in music, dance, literature, music, poetry, photography. . . the list goes on and on. The art form is what at the artist's discretion. Whatever art form they believe will express what they're trying to, they will use. Any message can be delivered in any form, as long as the mind is open.
"The Jaberwocky" by Lewis Carrol
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Exposition
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: Exposition
All mimsy were the borogoves, Exposition
And the mome raths outgrabe. Exposition
"Beware the Jabberwock, (Antagonist) my son! Allegory/Exposition
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! ImageryAllegory/Exposition
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun Imagery/Allegory/Exposition
The frumious Bandersnatch!" Allegory/Exposition
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood, Allegory
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Allegory
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, Allegory
And burbled as it came! Allegory
One, two!
One, two!
And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! Conflict
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back. Imagery
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day!
Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy. Denouement
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Critical Analysis #1
I found this particular piece of art while researching the artist of one of my favorite paintings, Edvard Munch's The Scream. I loved his particular style and wanted to see further paintings of his. I found this particular piece on Wikipedia and it struck me deeply as soon as I saw it. This piece has been called Madonna and has also been known to Munch as Loving Woman. It is an oil on canvas measuring 90.5 x 70.5 cm, painted ca. 1894.
Edvard Munch was a Norweigan Expressionist, born December 12, 1863. His paintings were usually repainted by him multiple times. Munch usually painted limp figures with indistingushable faces. Some of his most famous works are: The Scream, Puberty, Death in the Sickroom (of his dying little sister), and Vampire. After looking at his other works of art, I got the feeling that this man had much turmoil and hurt in his life, but none of his paintings are really that erotic or sensual This painting left me wondering, why such a sexual portrayl of the supposed mother of Jesus Christ?
This painting has absolutely beautiful, round shape. This woman is enveloped by darkness, but with a light protruding from behind. She is completely nude to her pelvic region, with bright skin that contrasts the darkness that surrounds her. Her face is peaceful, enveloped in a stream of light and dark that flows around her. The focal point of this piece is the woman's face, she is expressionless, almost as if she is in rapture of some sort. She looks regal and even holy, as the name of the artwork would imply. Her arms are behind her, lost in the play of light and dark. She arches her back, as if suspended in mid-air. The long dark hair that flows down her chest and back is adorned by a kind of "halo" of crimson, which once again gives her the look of royalty and holiness.
This piece struck me as an extremely sexual and erotic interpretation of the Virgin Mary. Even with the discovery that Munch himself liked to refer to the painting also as Loving Woman, she still has a quality to her that makes her seem more than just a mere woman. In dealing with the Virgin Mary, some may find it difficult to understand why an artist, especially a man, would depict this holiest of holy figures as a sexual being. But, I believe, that was just the point. The Virgin Mary has always been seen as the epitome of piety and she has most importantly been seen as a virgin. But, Mary was a woman also. Munch does the impossible. He takes this holy figure and turns her into a sexual being without offending the open-minded. The sexualizing of the Virgin Mary makes her more real, more touchable, more human and definately more interesting.
In my humble opinion, this is one of the best works of art I have ever seen. I don't claim to be an expert, but I know many paintings and many artists. None have struck me as much as this piece. I feel that Munch's message for this artwork is: she was human, she was a woman and she was a sexual being. I think that this work could possibly have the biggest impact on the art world itself and probably people like me that get the chance to see it and appreciate it. Although I would love to think that it could change the minds of some religious zealots out there and lead to a change in some religious practices and beliefs, I know better. In running my own gallery, I believe the painting is worth upwards of $400,000 given the artist and his other famous works.
To my original question: Why such a sexual portrayal of the supposed mother of Jesus Christ? My answer is that she needed to be portrayed in a way that was completely different. People need to realize that she was a woman with feelings, hopes, fantasies and desires. She was a human being who became legendary, but who needs to be remembered also as the woman that she was. Holy or not, she is a great source of inspiration to a lot of people and deserves to have her experience told has a real woman and not just as the mother of the "savior."
- Link for more info: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madonna_%28Edvard_Munch%29
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Fine Arts Wks 3/4 Q&A
1. Where is Stonehenge, when was it built and what were its functions?
2. What is idealism and realism?
3. What relationship exists between Roman art and Roman politics?
4. What do the terms Pagan and Christian mean?
**Ginevra de' Benci, Leonardo da Vinci
- Sonehenge was built in Salsbury Plain, Wiltshire England, ca. 2750-1500 B.C.
- Its functions have been debated, but it was once believed it was built by Merlin. Now, scholars tend to believe it was used as a way to track the movement of the sun, to schedule harvest times and as a gathering place of the Druids.
2. What is idealism and realism?
- Idealism is a philosophy that states that we are nothing without our thoughts. Our thoughts are what make things "real". Thoughts make up your reality, without thoughts there is no reality. In art, the artisit depicts how the image should look or the "ideal" for that image
- Realism is a philosophy of art, where the artist depicts things as they are. If you were looking at the art, you get the same reaction as if you were looking at the real thing.
3. What relationship exists between Roman art and Roman politics?
- I think the major relationship between Roman art and politics was that all of their art seemed to be representative of the current political undertones. The Colosseum, for example, was built to host "entertainment" of sorts. Accused criminals and "gladiators" (sometimes, those terms meant the same things) would fight each other and animals, do the death. The Roman art illustrates the beliefs of the time as well as gives us good hints as to what they were thinking.
4. What do the terms Pagan and Christian mean?
- Pagans worshipped gods and goddesses (polytheism) and concentrated their worship to nature and things in the natural world. They believed in supernatural powers and use spells and "magic potions" to manipulate the world around them and to bring desired results.
- Christians are monotheistic (believing in only one true God). This religion is based on the teachings of Jesus Christ, Christians believe Jesus to be the Son of God and the Messiah prophesied in the Old Testament of the Bible.
5. Three Renaissance artists and examples of their work:
** Pieta, Michelangelo
**Ginevra de' Benci, Leonardo da Vinci
Fine Arts Slideshow
Fine Arts Timeline
From: januarygirl, 1 day ago
Timeline of art history from Prehistoric to Modern art. Also noted are the pieces that I found along the way that "spoke" to me. Hope you enjoy!
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