News for the Fans, Lonely Artist, a Corpse Flower, and a Gun Law Proposal
Well after about three computer failures it looks like we’re finally going to get the damn cd ready to go – if all goes well (and lord we hope it does) the beast will be master by tomorrow and on it’s way to the duplicator by Wednesday – all so we can get a may release – and some reviews before that – even bad ones – we’re good like that.
I was out of town this weekend so I wasn’t able to join in the fun
Spent a cultural weekend in Philadelphia (2nd prize was 2 cultural weekends in Philadelphia – I kill me) visiting my sister and taking in the flower show, a central exhibit of the work of Frida Kahlo and a collection of baseball memorabilia from Cooperstown in the Constution Center.
The main reason I went was to see the Frida show – she’s a rather big name artist these days and one I find fascinating – and this is a major collection of her work that isn’t going to be in New York anytime so.
She had a stormy and painful life – had her heart broken by Diego Riviera – she like he was involved with others during their two stormy marriages but they could never get each other out of their minds or hearts – it’s very tangled and very painful and very human story – you don’t know what you go till it’s gone. You add that to living in a body that due to a hideous accident when she young was in almost constant pain (Her spine was broken, hips crushed, enough internal damage done to ensure she couldn’t have children – even though she tried three times on leg shattered and so on) and endured 30 operations trying to correct the original injury or undo the damage done by earlier operations.
All of this – loneliness, pain, heartache, anger, loss, grief, depression, she faced squarely in her paintings in a style modeled after traditional Mexican folk art. She’s been called a surrealist because of the startling imagery in her paintings (blood, internal organs abound, along with notes to the viewer of the painting – and objects invested with heavy symbolic weight – but that’s not quite accurate to me – she was using all these images to describe as precisely as possible her emotional state – not present the viewer with a image that while startling is elusive as to its meaning (I still don’t get the soft watches exactly) which was what the surrealists were about.
Frida’s loneliness was of the most heart breaking kind – there is someone you love but can’t because of various reasons and failures on both sides – you can’t be with – that hurts a lot more than everyday I ain’t go no body loneliness. More on that at some other time.
The flower show had a New Orleans theme this year – so there was a French quarter – jazz music and what not. I’d never been to a flower show before so this was all virgin territory for me – and well a bit off the mark for a man who normally watches guys in rubber monster suits duke it out over a small scale Tokyo – but I found the Orchids interesting – and ended up taking several arty shots with them with my camera – actually close up Orchids can look rather bizarre and grotesque – which I discovered to my delight.
Orchids also have a strange history and can inspire a passion that verges on madness at times – there’s a great book the Orchid Thief by Susan Orleans about it which follows the ups and downs of an Orchid Poacher – Orchids are the only flower with poachers as best I can tell – nobody poaches roses – at least recently.
There were also Tulips and roses and all sorts of other flowers along with decorations and water fountains that featured trumpets and saxophones and the corpse flower.
It’s an ugly looking thing that smells when blooms like well to me like chicken that has gone bad – sweet and sick at the same time. The flower uses flies to pollinate itself instead of bees so it smells like dead meat – it was a plot point on CSI once where a murderer planted several of them to hide a body he had buried – anybody smelling anything would assume it was the flowers. My sister had seen the episode and delighted in telling everybody who came and said ‘what the heck is that?” when looking at the flower.
Meantime – in news that explains a lot – traces of prescription drugs have been found in the drinking water of 24 major cities – New York has not been tested – the drugs included anti-depressants and anti-bioitcs and others – in microscopically small amounts but still it doesn’t make one feel very secure.
W has vetoed the anti-torture bill. John McCain will not vote to override the veto. Explain the whole maverick thing again?
My last suggestion was inspired by this shotgun. While you can’t per the 2nd amendment limit the public’s right to bear arms (both sides seem to ignore the well regulated militia bit but that’s another story) nothing in the amendment prevents the Federal Government from requiring all guns be painted pink. I have to think if nothing else it would cut down on the number of folks who buy guns simply because they feel inadequate in other aspects of their lives. A pink Uzi isn’t going to make you into a bad ass – you’ll be a sad desperate soul with a pink assault rife.
Peace Love Pink
I was out of town this weekend so I wasn’t able to join in the fun
Spent a cultural weekend in Philadelphia (2nd prize was 2 cultural weekends in Philadelphia – I kill me) visiting my sister and taking in the flower show, a central exhibit of the work of Frida Kahlo and a collection of baseball memorabilia from Cooperstown in the Constution Center.
The main reason I went was to see the Frida show – she’s a rather big name artist these days and one I find fascinating – and this is a major collection of her work that isn’t going to be in New York anytime so.
She had a stormy and painful life – had her heart broken by Diego Riviera – she like he was involved with others during their two stormy marriages but they could never get each other out of their minds or hearts – it’s very tangled and very painful and very human story – you don’t know what you go till it’s gone. You add that to living in a body that due to a hideous accident when she young was in almost constant pain (Her spine was broken, hips crushed, enough internal damage done to ensure she couldn’t have children – even though she tried three times on leg shattered and so on) and endured 30 operations trying to correct the original injury or undo the damage done by earlier operations.
All of this – loneliness, pain, heartache, anger, loss, grief, depression, she faced squarely in her paintings in a style modeled after traditional Mexican folk art. She’s been called a surrealist because of the startling imagery in her paintings (blood, internal organs abound, along with notes to the viewer of the painting – and objects invested with heavy symbolic weight – but that’s not quite accurate to me – she was using all these images to describe as precisely as possible her emotional state – not present the viewer with a image that while startling is elusive as to its meaning (I still don’t get the soft watches exactly) which was what the surrealists were about.
Frida’s loneliness was of the most heart breaking kind – there is someone you love but can’t because of various reasons and failures on both sides – you can’t be with – that hurts a lot more than everyday I ain’t go no body loneliness. More on that at some other time.
The flower show had a New Orleans theme this year – so there was a French quarter – jazz music and what not. I’d never been to a flower show before so this was all virgin territory for me – and well a bit off the mark for a man who normally watches guys in rubber monster suits duke it out over a small scale Tokyo – but I found the Orchids interesting – and ended up taking several arty shots with them with my camera – actually close up Orchids can look rather bizarre and grotesque – which I discovered to my delight.
Orchids also have a strange history and can inspire a passion that verges on madness at times – there’s a great book the Orchid Thief by Susan Orleans about it which follows the ups and downs of an Orchid Poacher – Orchids are the only flower with poachers as best I can tell – nobody poaches roses – at least recently.
There were also Tulips and roses and all sorts of other flowers along with decorations and water fountains that featured trumpets and saxophones and the corpse flower.
It’s an ugly looking thing that smells when blooms like well to me like chicken that has gone bad – sweet and sick at the same time. The flower uses flies to pollinate itself instead of bees so it smells like dead meat – it was a plot point on CSI once where a murderer planted several of them to hide a body he had buried – anybody smelling anything would assume it was the flowers. My sister had seen the episode and delighted in telling everybody who came and said ‘what the heck is that?” when looking at the flower.
Meantime – in news that explains a lot – traces of prescription drugs have been found in the drinking water of 24 major cities – New York has not been tested – the drugs included anti-depressants and anti-bioitcs and others – in microscopically small amounts but still it doesn’t make one feel very secure.
W has vetoed the anti-torture bill. John McCain will not vote to override the veto. Explain the whole maverick thing again?
My last suggestion was inspired by this shotgun. While you can’t per the 2nd amendment limit the public’s right to bear arms (both sides seem to ignore the well regulated militia bit but that’s another story) nothing in the amendment prevents the Federal Government from requiring all guns be painted pink. I have to think if nothing else it would cut down on the number of folks who buy guns simply because they feel inadequate in other aspects of their lives. A pink Uzi isn’t going to make you into a bad ass – you’ll be a sad desperate soul with a pink assault rife.
Peace Love Pink
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