Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Untitled, 2008

So at the ICA we were only able to see the main, temporary, exhibit by Tara Donovan. We were lucky, however, because the way out was through their smaller, permanent gallery. As we ran through, still wet feet squeaking with each step, I had to stop and look at a piece by a German artist, Kai Althoff. 
The painting that I saw hanging^^ really reminded me of the movie Mirror Mask. The girl has this distinct style of doodles.. really stylized but well designed and sorta dark. Anyways. They defiantly don't have a strong technique aspect but his work is really strong and straightforward, which I like. I wish there was an online collection, a complete collection, of his work. Grrr.

I wouldn't mind being a jellyfish...


So. On that twenty minute walk through Boston in the pouring rain every inch of me got soaked, including my backpack. And what was in the front pocket of that backpack, you may ask? Well, apart from some basic items, a pencil set, some gum, a rubber dinosaur wallet, there was my brand new camera. The first thing I've ever bought myself that was that big. I had had it a week, a week and a half, and now it's kaput. I suppose it'll be okay; I can return it this weekend but still. 
Anyways. The aquarium started of a bit depressing but by the end was incredible. Their outside exhibit, the one next to the ticket counter, is a very small and dirty tank with a few seals that swim from one side to the other over and over. They looked very sad, although it might have been largely the miserable weather. 
Once we got inside everything perked up. The first thing we saw was the jellyfish exhibit which was SO INSANE! We spend a solid forty five minutes sketching. Then we split up into groups of two or three and wandered over to the penguins. Katie and I fell in love with the baby penguin. Actually no, they weren't babies. They were little blue penguins. Still very cute. Although there was one who was either molting or sick because he had lost nearly all of his feathers. It was pretty sad. Like a little fetus stuck in the penguin cage. 
Well anyways. Overall the aquarium was awesome. The jellies were stunning and the birds adorable. We saw a shark and I understood completely what a french family was saying. There was a turtle and afterward I had some pretty fabulous frozen yogurt. Not a bad day, if I do say so myself.

My camera broke before we got the the aquarium so I stole some of Adina's jellyfish photos^^

Even his doodles are brilliant

If you haven't read Man Without a Country by Kurt Vonnegut, I order you to do so immediately. I read it first a few summers ago.. I was probably around twelve and hadn't read much of his work. It proved to be a very adequate Vonnegut 101. It's basically an autobiography, really, so I expected that it would lack the heart that's so unmistakably present in his fiction. Luckily this is not the case. The book is really like a big cluster of brilliance packed in so tight that every word, every sentence is stunningly simple and honest. 
"All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know."
-Hemingway 
I'm always so pressured to articulate everything I know, or think I know, into my writing. I doubt I'll ever be talented enough to do it in one sentence. But Hemingway is saying that it doesn't have to be everything. It just has to be something. Brilliant. 
Every sentence that Vonnegut writes, or types, should I say [he used a typewriter or a pencil and paper for every book he had written], is true. And Man Without a Country piles all those together into something almost all encompassing. True, he didn't get it all, but he only had eighty four years. Had he been given another eighty four, I wouldn't be surprised. But eighty four is long enough for a man to suffer, how could one want to add on time to his sentence?

Tara Donovan

So Monday we didn't have school and Tuesday we had a field trip which means that today was my first day of school. It sucked so bad. I'm not quite sure why; we got our grades and mine were all A's except an 89 in art. It was that my average was a 91.2. It was so important to me that I got a 93 average, the cutoff between honers and high honers. God I just want to go to sleep.
Anyways, the field trip. Mum [my art teacher] took us all to Boston on the train to see the Tara Donovan show at the ICA and draw at the aquarium. It was raining cats and dogs and we had decided to walk everywhere, twenty minutes from the station to the museum and then another twenty to the aquarium. By the time we reached the ICA we were soaked to the bone. 
Anyways, about the art. The show we saw at the ICA [a very small museum] was of sculptures by a thirty something woman who has just won the MacArthur Genius Grant, Tara Donovan. It was insane. Katie was being cynical as usual but it bugged me more than usual because I really loved the work. The entire day I had to hear "It's just not art, it's just not!" 
So Donovan's whole thing is using ridiculous amounts of everyday materials to make sculptures are anything but. The picture above is a close up view of this rope/seaanemone/cell form that's made of paper plates. It's one of the only pieces held together by any adhesive. 
Oh god, it was so insane. 
Then there was this giant hanging piece made of Styrofoam cups, illuminated by florescent lights within. 
My god it was insane. There were no cameras allowed in the museum because her work isn't copyrighted yet and I can't find any decent ones other than these three. 
Well anyways, the overall feel of her work was of another world created by the manipulating the multitude of mass produced products. My mum once said that, generally, 2D work is holding a mirror to the world and showing the artist's perspective. 3D work, on the other hand, is creating a world. I think I want to make sculptures. Actually, I've already started on some. The show was so inspirational that I think we're gonna go back sometime soon because we didn't get to see the rest of the museum. 
Oh god, I almost forgot! The most incredible piece took up the entire floor and was made of Mylar paper [I believe] twisted and bunched and formed into these giant black spheres that popped up from the concrete. Some were huge and some were tiny; the biggest reminded me of a jetson version of an adobe hut like the ones described in this book I'm reading about Albanian gypsies and their overwhelming poverty and forced cultural degradation. There's one passage where she describes an entire city, or maybe a town, of handmade adobe spheres some too small for a man to stand or lie down in, all of which are the sole dwellings of these gypsies ostracized from the culture they were forced to join.
Anyways. I'll make another post later specifically about the aquarium.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

jesus candles are available at hannafords



Bedroom.

selfish

+typewriter
+whitesheets
+duvetcover
+jesuscandle
+moped
+presidentobama
+cameracase
+3.6gpa
+roadtrip

isak

MarcLove


Marc Jacobs is the sickest, raddest, nastiest human being on the planet. I want to have like a thousand of his babies. His freakish, genius, gorgeous, kilt wearing babies.

the morning after



Destiny Dawson's photos are stills from movies that haven't been filmed yet, movies about beauty and ugliness and joy and pain, movies directed by Wes Anderson, movies that are songs of love and death on the border, movies that are hypersaturated versions of life, movies that take place in boats and bars, movies whose protagonists have freckles and scars, movies like a hangover, movies like math class, movies like a birthday party, movies like a funeral. 

God I ramble.

land of

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Anthropologie went to iceland. 

to shirk

today i shirked school and responsibility to go home, lie in bed and finish "the brothers karamazov". i don't understand how people can deal with weekday boredom!

aujourd'hui j'ai esquive l'ecole et le devoir pour retourner chez moi, m'allonge dans le lit et finis "les freres karamazov". je ne comprend pas comment les gens peuvent se debrouillient le ennui de jour en jour. 

I really wish I was fluent in french. I wish I knew the word for boredom or to shirk. I wish my brother hadn't eaten all the macarons. I wish my grandmother hadn't asked if they were dog buiscuts. I wish I diddn't have a soccer game on tuesday and diddn't have to miss tutoring. I wish I had a puppy. I wish I had the balls to shirk school and my responsibilities. I wish I was sweedish.

goodbye summer


my brother thought this was the funniest thing he'd ever seen.
i agree wholeheartedly.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Macarons and Essays II

I did it! I finaly got around to making batch two [after the disaster of batch one] of macarons. I've decided to keep this blog to photography and started a new one for life and food and such. I think I'll make another later for music or literature.. 

Monday, October 13, 2008

Thursday, October 9, 2008

green and gray and blue and black

sea glass and extinction and plastic and america and italy and sunlight and broken showers and the great unwashed and five euro water and hard cement and melting gelato and we never saw the sea and god i missed the sea and a pool down the gravel path and cold water and skinny dipping and chingale and olive trees and hidden kittens and exposed kittens and exhibitionists and scorpions and tears in the kitchen and tears in the car and tears in the garden and tears on the train and god i missed the sea

monochrome III

maine and gray and black and white and rain and rust and coffee and fog and my mother's sweater and unbrushed hair and cold and kate and andrew and the sea and rocks and jersey cows and broken glass and broken bones and white and gray and black 

...

one had a breakdown at seventeen and tried to run away from home and still lives with them and makes sock monkeys and always cries and one has brought her 'roommate' rachel to thanksgiving for as long as i can remember and teaches spanish and seems so sane and always smiles and one married a girl ten years younger and had two kids and lived on and off welfare and commuted an hour and a half through three states to work each day and smoked and drank and loved people too much and maybe the three too li... no... and maybe the three just as much and before it all came to a boil he grew a tumor on his lung and... sigh

grandparents and wall to wall carpeting and aunts and mothballs and front living rooms and opal and amethyst and iron and my mother's metal work and my grandfathers wood work and regifting and obscure perfumes and linen and eggshell and snow and white paint and everything clean and everything quiet and everything in it's place



Lust






<3

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Rassel Och Pling

Macarons and Essays

I have an English essay due Friday that I haven't started. Rather than starting it, however, I began thinking about the roots of the word 'essay'. It comes directly from the French word 'essayer' which translates into English as to attempt, to try. I don't really take on major endeavors that often. When I do it's purely out of necessity. Overall I like myself; I don't see any major personality flaws. I don't lie, don't cheat. I'm pretty patient, pretty forgiving, pretty open. But the fact that I stay inside my comfort zone so really bothered me. So the point of my ramblings? This weekend I'm making macarons. 

::Laduree Flavours::
jasmine mango, chocolate, dark chocolate, vanilla, coffee, rose petal, pistachio, caramel, cherry amaretto, raspberry, orange blossom, liquorice, lemon, praline, mint, coconut, chestnut, grenadine, java pepper, apricot ginger, muscovado, candyfloss, havana, white amber, indian rose, aniseed, orange saffron, lily of the valley, strawberry poppy, gingerbread, rosanis

::Recipes::
I think I'm going to start off with LTG's green tea/dark chocolate ^_^

Monday, October 6, 2008

ukraine


(Satu.)
cities of brick and snow
abandoned or hibernating?

Sunday, October 5, 2008

as violence erupts in kenya..

"I threw stones at the police. Many, many actually.
In return they fired live shots into the air as some started approaching us and then others began gassing us.
Even though there were so many of us the live bullets are still a worry. They should aim up but they don't - they aim right at us.
I was not frightened.
When you are faced with the reality of life, when it comes to this, you can't be afraid, not now.
What frightens me is that I'll die of hunger.
We should be allowed to express our feelings as citizens. We don't need the police to come and invade our lives and our basic needs.
They have arms and are all dressed up in combat gear wearing their red berets. I don't know a lot about guns but I think the ones they have are AK-47s. The ones who don't have guns, have shields. Some of them have batons.
All we have is stones. They have power. No-one even listens to us."
-Gaddafi, 25, unemployed, kibera slum

(BBC)


Cheyenne Sun Dance






Our People. 
Gashed Ones.
Tall People.

a weekend of broken english

Friday was tears and soccer games and jeep wranglers and cold and guilt and boredom and mass production and paper mache and fajitas and margaritas and old friends and insults and the last supper and bowling and a bra that mum put through the wash and plays and pretty mouth and green my eyes and bitches and jealousy and trainspotting and driving home and swerves and tears and tears and sleep and tears.
Saturday was sleeping in and a farmers market and repair men and broken dryers and the library and cat fights and vets and out of tune guitars and making pizza and PBS and mom and my brother breaking curfew and SNL and sleep.
Sunday was waking up early and taking my meds and trying to talk to Rena and Rena being busy and doing my homework and taking a nap and tuning my guitar and planning my week and making onion soup and figuring out how much a camera costs and wearing my brother's sweatshirt and shoes and breaking up another cat fight and trying to breath and being in a state of blissful reverie and musing on trees and sleep and suicide.

orange mushrooms and candied ginger


(satu.)
a dark gray quilt with two squares of orange, dear and beloved wet soil and rain

blue and white and steel


bathrooms and space invaders and my mother and mexico and greece and new york and chris hammerline and rabbits and cockroaches and grandparents 

orange and gold and teal and gray

blind contour drawings and ginkgo leaves and sleeping eyelashes and sun on my face and lucy's house and mushrooms and fish scales and hallways

Thursday, October 2, 2008

She made this.

I love children's art.

Lolz

I'm gonna send these out to my estranged loves.

Monochrome II

There's magic in Tulle.

Ma petite chou

I just want to drink hot chocolate and smoke pot and steal nail polish from department stores with her.