Stoyan sent me a link to Color Lovers, a site for choosing color pallets. I had fun playing with it, putting together the colors in my living room.
Beware, if you like color, you could spend hours on this site.
I’ve finally given in and tried it; it feels kind of dirty in a public sort of way. I haven’t started writing about every detail of my private life yet (did anyone else have Cheerios this morning?) and I’ve not yet purchased any ringtones but I feel certain that I’m on the path to internet righteousness; full disclosure, no-holds-barred – all the time. It gives me serious privacy concerns (basically there isn’t any). However, it did allow me to discover a great French rock band. So what the hell, I’ll trade privacy for good music. Well, I wouldn’t twitter even for Noad. That stream of consciousness stuff is what you are supposed to filter out, but I’m now officially on facebook, and I’ve even looked at few myspace pages.
Anyway, I won’t go into some detailed review of their music beyond just saying I like it. I find that French is a better language than English for writing really carefully crafted phrases. More precise when you want to say exactly what you mean like Noad. Of course the sound is what I really like; loud kick ass rock music with moments of calm. After nearly a decade playing together their music is tight enough to allow them to combine opposites. I particularly liked Columbarium, though it is challenging. Enjoy.
Duane Keiser is doing one painting each day. They are tiny and look really nicely done. I especially liked the orchid series and the honey.
I found a blog with some beautiful pictures of The Gates. I wish I could go, damn Atlantic ocean.
Fabric Used for The Gates, orange textured.
Jeanne-Claude and Christo’s installation in Central Park is appealling to me, even if I am so GEEKY that the title made me think of Bill. Her description of it is even more so. We often try to hard to put art into words, or make it about ideas — but I’ll let her say it:
Our works of art are like all good art.
It is good for absolutely nothing else than being a work of art. It is not the symbol, it is not the message, it’s only a work of art.
Julien and I went to the Swedish cultural center where we had a brunch of soup and split a sandwich. My orange saffron cake was delicious and the surprise of meeting le vieux et Yolene (sp?) was very pleasant. Hugo was incapacitated at home with a terrible flu that he would pass to me just after getting better himself.
There were some strange, not quite uni-colored paintings above the bar and table area. One in particular caught my eye. Julien m’a dit que c’etait une partie d’une exhibition de la galerie danoise, alors apres le brunch nous avons marches la pour voir tous le tableaux. C’etait une exhibition de Maadhat Kakei. Je n’ai pas aimee tous le painture, mais il y a quelleques une qui sont tres interessant. . .
Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.
– Oscar Wilde
Looking at those two photos, of my self portrait, together, I wonder if that one was really the one I made the dots with. I managed somehow to digitally break the original, so I’ll never know. I tried a couple more, of Henri Cartier-Bresson drawn from an article in Newsweek. They had Helmut Newton photograph [...]
I saw the movie about Frida Kahlo and have been obsessing ever since about doing a self portrait. I never realized portraiture could be so difficult. My first attempt looks nothing like me. I have to revise the head shape and size and redo all the features. But my second attempt, more of a sketch [...]
This is rare. I painted this weekend, and will post results. Its nothing special, just an exercise in mixing all the colors from the CYM colors plus white. But it was fun.
