ArtBlogLog – Episode 1: Women

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We felt like trying something new. Because change is good. So we made a video. We called it the ArtBlogLog. Each episode shows the best of the best from our tireless and wonderful journeys through the fantastic, mesmerizing, orgasmic, all-encompassing, mind-blowing, horizon-expanding, dazzling world of artblogs, here are our favourite pieces from artblogs around the world. To amaze you and to promote the blogs. Credits are below so you can go and visit them – they’re all well worth it. Oh yes, and we decided to start on the theme of women. Because really, there would be no art, and no point to art and life, without them.

Attribution:

1) the modern artist — amazing photo manipulations by kokoszkaa

http://themodernartist.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/amazing-photomanipulations-by-kokoszkaa/

2) eyes of odysseus — the way of shadows

http://eyesofodysseus.wordpress.com/2012/06/05/the-way-of-shadows/

3) surface and surface — bruce davidson – subway

http://surfaceandsurface.com/2012/04/15/bruce-davidson-subway/

4) we are so droee — illustrated fashion pieces

http://wearesodroee.wordpress.com/2012/05/02/illustrated-fashion-pieces/

5) avanti salon’s hair and beauty blog – inspired by: yuji watanabe

http://avantisalonboston.wordpress.com/2012/06/04/inspired-by-yuji-watanabe/

6) carlos deters photography — as yet untitled

http://carlosdetres.wordpress.com/2012/06/04/as-yet-untitled/

7) enpundit — shadow art

http://enpundit.com/shadow-art/

8) aratuntun — Photo Art……… Colours

http://aratuntun.wordpress.com/2012/06/04/photo-art-colours-2/

9) eoghan bridge — Heaven and Earth

http://eoghanbridge.wordpress.com/2012/06/02/heaven-and-earth/

10) ionist artblog — Masoumeh Ebadi Again

http://ionistartblog.wordpress.com/2012/05/29/masoumeh-ebadi-again/

11) bed glaser — the BODY in ART…INSPIRATION

http://becglaser.wordpress.com/2012/06/05/the-body-in-art-inspiration/

12) artsocia – women

www.artsocia.blogspot.com

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Squares x squareS

Squares. As old as God, and yet quintessentially modern. Since square one, since Adam and Eve squared off and were scared out of Eden, we have known squares, and yet the ability to make perfect squares in great numbers didn’t come until the dawn of the machine age.  In a sense, the perfect square, simple as it is, will never exist outside of our mind, because we will never be perfect, and nor will our machines be. Making the perfect square is as impossible as squaring a circle.

And we leave you with a question: If -1 x -1 is 1, then is the devil squared an angel again, and is every angel at its root a pair of devils?

They are one of the simplest shapes in the universe. But did they exist, were they appreciated, before we made them? Could nature have squared anything, made four right angles, no more and no less? Could nature have tried to square a circle or would it have been too scared, or would it simply not have cared to try?

Squares are perfection (Malevich), cornerstones and backbones (Mondrian), rhythm (Peel), silence, absence, omnipresence, essence and even a dance. The more modern we became, the more squares we made and the more perfect they became. We fell in love with squares, square-eyed as we are nowadays.

Malevich thought all that could be painted had been painted, and that the highest perfection an artist could create, and the one thing he could add to the history of art, was the perfect mathematical shape of something like a square. In doing this, man stepped one step ahead of nature.

On the left, you can see a visualization of the most refined, complex and complex music in the world, Bach’s Goldberg Variations. James Peel’s visualization makes this complexity painfully obvious. Then Mondrian, that iconic figure, of whom Bonnie Greer said that he was once everywhere. And finally, Richter with the ultimate cathedral window, conjuring up our childhood memories of the coloured squares that came up when the TV was broken, and offered a glimpse into the void.


Kazimir Malevich

Black square

Piet Mondrian (1921)

Composition with Red, Yellow and Blue

James Peel (2005)

Goldberg Variations Series, after Bach, Variations no. 4

Gerhard Richter

Window in Cologne Cathedral

Watering the Flowers of Babel

The sky has never been no limit for mankind. We have strived to conquer it since before Babel. We have stretched, and we have struggled, and we have yearned, and we have built and built and built – we always have, and we always will – and thus we have, time and again, sowed the sweet seed of our own destruction.

This art association is about the fruits of this seed: Towers. It’s about the unconditional, selfish, savage hope that makes us build them, forcing a better future, not for our kids but, rather, for ourselves. Societies grow stale when men build towers whose shades they know their sons will shiver in.

Left: Seurat, The Eiffel Tower      Center: Burj Khalifa, Dubai
Right: Kupka, Vert et Bleu, Albertina Vienna (scan of gallery shop postcard)

We look at these towers – Seurat’s Eiffel tower, Sheikh Kalifa’s Burj and Kupka’s Vert et Bleu – and we can see how they are growing into the heavens, growing out of all proportion, growing because men have lost all sense of what’s within their grasp, and what is beyond their reach.

We look at these pieces and we feel a touch of that childish, innocent, self-sacrificing leap of faith, the leap of faith it takes to build something so absurdly big, colorful and steely. We feel the hope, the rush, the wind in our hair, the vertigo, the endless possibilities. We hold in our little hands a tiny bit of the whole, big omnipotence of the tower-builder.

We look and feel the shadow of the nagging doubts that must have haunted everyone who has built or climbed a tower, the premonition that what goes up will come down, the feeling that it’s just not quite right, not natural, almost immoral, that since Babel towers have drawn the dire ire of jealous man-child-gods and demons.

We look and feel the the hatred of little men in the face of great things. We feel the power, too, of the man who owns that phallus, and we feel jealous. We feel the sheer absurdity of the shapes and forms and endlessness of it all. We feel, maybe above all, the helplessness of man in the face of such gargantuan giants.

The ultramodern visions of the Bauhaus (right) were so modern that they contributed to a crisis of modernity, and set back the advent of the tomorrow they yearned for until later in the century. Burj Khalifa, built on desert sands, almost never got built at all. Ironically, the Eiffel tower was never meant to last, but has.

Maybe that’s the way to build a tower to withstand the whirlwinds of the world and the rages of fate: by turning one’s back to it and getting on with earthly business.

It’s almost as if the sky had a sign on it: Wet Paint. Don’t Touch. Who could resist? We seem to think that where there’s hubris, there’s hope. Maybe we’re right. The day after the day when we give up on a better future will be a sad tomorrow. Or paradise.

PS: We wanted to include Gotham City and Saruman’s Isengard, but then we thought we’d rather keep it real, seeing as there’s enough madness in reality.