the day before yesterday.
an attempt to copy myself. another failure.
a revision from last month.
'We must always apologize for talking painting.' (Paul Valéry)
seems like Northampton is all about ravens via Leonard Baskin. Since he taught at Smith his black birds are omnipresent, not to be excluded from my drawings just now.
these I did last month. didn't draw or paint much, wrote a fair amount in my journal.
just got back from Europe last week. saw some very different places; Prague, rural Bavaria, Paris, but the contrast coming back from Paris to NYC was just overwhelming. My initial reaction to being back was not exactly positive. taken some days to rectify what I thought I saw there with what I was experiencing here. Took a while to stop getting all judgmental about it. at any rate, some of the stuff I did before going looks a lot better to me now that I'm back. sometimes this process takes longer than other times.
'In my day artists wanted to be outcasts, pariahs. Now they're all integrated into society.' (Marcel Duchamp)
an honest mistake
how new, who knew?
'Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.' (Marcel Proust)
'there is only one form of nobility: the title of duke. marquis is ridiculous. the word duke makes people look round.'
O, how the spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA
'In nine lifetimes you'll never know as much about your cat as your cat knows about you.' (Montaigne)
'To be simple is no small matter.' (Gustave Flaubert)
'What matters is whether we want to lie or tell the truth and write the truth, even though it never can be the truth and never is the truth.' (Thomas Bernhard)
started another Bernhard novel today. as many as I've read now I've lost count.
sometimes just got to go a bit juicier.
I dreamt I was asking this guy about his visit to the Louvre, what had most impressed him of all the things he'd seen and it was taking way too long for him to come up with an answer. I woke up.
'Love art. Of all lies, it is the least untrue.' (Gustave Flaubert)
'The true work of art is always on the human scale, it is essentially the one that says "less".' (Albert Camus)
'Even in front of nature one must compose.' (Edgar Degas)
'If painting weren't so difficult it would be fun.' (Edgar Degas)
something old I never posted
the who's the one to blame here blues...'
'An artist is only an artist on condition that he neglects no aspect of his dual nature. This dualism is the power of being oneself and someone else at one and the same time.' (Charles Baudelaire)
'True life is lived when tiny changes occur.' (Leo Tolstoy)
"words ruin one's thoughts, paper makes them ridiculous, and even while one is still glad
to get something ruined and something ridiculous down on paper, one's memory manages
to lose hold of even this ruined and ridiculous something. Paper can turn an enormity into
a triviality, an absurdity. If you look at it this way, then whatever appears in the world, by
way of the spiritual world so to speak, is always a ruined thing, a ridiculous thing, which
means that everything in this world is ridiculous and ruined. Words were made to demean
thought, he would even go so far as to state that words exist in order to abolish thought...
In any case, words were bringing everything down, Konrad said. Depression derives from
words, nothing else... it was comforting, one of those rare times when one feels that every-
thing is possible again, Konrad is supposed to have said to Fro. Suddenly everything...
---Thomas Berhard 'The Lime Works'
"Everyone, he went on, speaks a language he does not understand, but which now and then
is understood by others, That is enough to permit one to exist and at least to be misunderstood"
---Thomas Bernard, Gargoyles