posted by Anita @ 5:04 PM
The World of Anita
If you're actually looking at my blog, you have too much time on your hands. But thanks for the interest anyway.
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6 Comments:
This picture reminds me of some L.Cohen lyrics:
Why do you stand by the window
Abandoned to beauty and pride
The thorn of the rose in your bosom
The spear of the age in your side
Lost to the rages of fragrance
Lost to the rags of remorse
Lost in the waves of sickness
That loosens the high silver nerves
Does it look like I have the "spear of age in my side" in this picture?
I don't know what expression I would have on my face if I did.
Well, you're looking happier today anyways.
The picture makes me think of the work of Cindy Sherman. Check her out.
Sorry to post this at ALFA and here, but it seemed somehow relevant.
The sciences certainly have influenced the arts. To an Aztec, the sunset was an inexplicable event, which he could not cope with or even survive without the imagined aid of his gods. Obvious phenomena of this sort have since been explained. But the sheer unimagined vastness of the explicable has now made the inexplicable into such a monstrous thing that our heads spin and old images burst like bubbles. The thought of the totally inexplicable (as when we look at the starry sky), and the impossibility of reading any sensse into this monstrous vastness, so affect us that we need ignorance to survive.
Strange though this may sound, not knowing where one is going-being lost, being a loser-reveals the greatest possible faith and optimism, as against collective security and collective significance. To believe, one must have lost God; to paint one must have lost art.
-Gerhard Richter
Oops, I meant the post below.
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