Tuesday, February 17, 2004
Strand
A couple weeks ago I found myself at the Strand bookstore. In tow, I had two books about the celebrated American Impressionist: John Singer Sargent. I am sure there have been opportunities where I have come across his works. Still do not know why I picked up Gioia Diliberto’s: Madame X. It was a fictional account about Sargent’s scandalous portrait of Virginie Avegno Gautreau.
One book was about the women he drew the other was about understanding JS Sargent. Something happened / I got turned around and I found myself wondering why I was trying so hard to like JS Sargent. That is so me. The search for something beautiful, some kind of logical understanding where if unexplained could not, would not be of any aesthetic value to me.
Caught. I hated the infinite reoccurrence, the vicious cycle of deconstructing my natural instinct. The mass opinion integration and unnatural ordering within myself.
On the same note, it was reading / learning about Lord Leighton that turned me onto: balance. I should have noticed! In all forms of art there is the play on balance; it is why Black & White (B&W) intrigues. Proportions. Sizes. There is this whole theory about human physical attractiveness. They found it has everything to do with the angular proportion of face, body et cetera. It reminds me of The Da Vinci code but I am leading you off on a tangent.
Peter and I were arguing about digital art as a viable medium. He believed ideas can be so much more exact. I countered that the flaws make art unique. It forces the creator to imagine in time and space because the canvas is not very forgiving.
Balance ~ it is so simple.
Counterbalance. I was sick last week. Illness so often forces me to slow down and contemplate. I was also pruning relations. The lovely thing about facing morality is that it brings out my best qualities. It is all about counterbalance. Can you understand: pleasure, sin, Heaven without knowledge of betrayal and Hell. The scale is tipping.
Right or Wrong. Good or Bad. I am beginning a dark journey. Falling, I am still a little Under the Weather with the sniffles.
With any luck, I will be able to leave myself vulnerable / broken enough to attract another powerful being that will share herself in reconstructing, reacclimating and preserving my childish innocence / immaturity.
btw, JS Sargent’s study of Mrs. Phillips is intriguing. Her nose is not quite right if you look too closely but from afar it balances. I went back to the Strand but I knew both books would be gone by days end.
A couple weeks ago I found myself at the Strand bookstore. In tow, I had two books about the celebrated American Impressionist: John Singer Sargent. I am sure there have been opportunities where I have come across his works. Still do not know why I picked up Gioia Diliberto’s: Madame X. It was a fictional account about Sargent’s scandalous portrait of Virginie Avegno Gautreau.
One book was about the women he drew the other was about understanding JS Sargent. Something happened / I got turned around and I found myself wondering why I was trying so hard to like JS Sargent. That is so me. The search for something beautiful, some kind of logical understanding where if unexplained could not, would not be of any aesthetic value to me.
Caught. I hated the infinite reoccurrence, the vicious cycle of deconstructing my natural instinct. The mass opinion integration and unnatural ordering within myself.
On the same note, it was reading / learning about Lord Leighton that turned me onto: balance. I should have noticed! In all forms of art there is the play on balance; it is why Black & White (B&W) intrigues. Proportions. Sizes. There is this whole theory about human physical attractiveness. They found it has everything to do with the angular proportion of face, body et cetera. It reminds me of The Da Vinci code but I am leading you off on a tangent.
Peter and I were arguing about digital art as a viable medium. He believed ideas can be so much more exact. I countered that the flaws make art unique. It forces the creator to imagine in time and space because the canvas is not very forgiving.
Balance ~ it is so simple.
Counterbalance. I was sick last week. Illness so often forces me to slow down and contemplate. I was also pruning relations. The lovely thing about facing morality is that it brings out my best qualities. It is all about counterbalance. Can you understand: pleasure, sin, Heaven without knowledge of betrayal and Hell. The scale is tipping.
Right or Wrong. Good or Bad. I am beginning a dark journey. Falling, I am still a little Under the Weather with the sniffles.
With any luck, I will be able to leave myself vulnerable / broken enough to attract another powerful being that will share herself in reconstructing, reacclimating and preserving my childish innocence / immaturity.
btw, JS Sargent’s study of Mrs. Phillips is intriguing. Her nose is not quite right if you look too closely but from afar it balances. I went back to the Strand but I knew both books would be gone by days end.
