Now, I’m no artist, but I’m not afraid of drawing. I’m not one of the many people who decided “I can’t draw” at some point in childhood and except for Pictionary never doodle again. I can draw but I hardly ever draw. The only reason I even considered doing Inktober is that I have a daughter who is a dedicated/obsessive artist and loves online challenges. She jumped on the Inktober bandwagon so I did too. As other artists laboured over their work, composing, sketching, inking, colouring and shading, I sat on my bathroom floor for fifteen minutes every night drawing faces I saw in my floor tiles. Continue reading
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John Berger died recently, and in the publicity wake of his passing I discovered that his Ways of Seeing was not just a fantastic book I had to buy for a course many years ago, but was originally a BBC series. A tragically short series, that is – there are only four episodes. I’ve just finished watching them on the youtube and enjoyed them immensely, both for the intellectual content but also for… Continue reading
Oh the internet! Where else can you easily find adorably freaky royal cyclops kittens?
I don’t think you need to be an arachnophobe to find this art installation creepy..
Last week it was a painting from 1515, this week a character from a 90s graphic novel: Kingdok from Bone.
Renaissance paintings of the lives of the saints – or rather the gruesome torments and horrible deaths of the saints – are definite precursors to the imagery of modern horror movies. The topic was a kind of license for the painters to all at once let their imaginations run wild, deliver proper religious instruction, and scare the absolute bejesus out of sinners.
Here’s a great example: “The Temptation of Saint Anthony” by Matthias Grunewald, painted sometime around 1515 .
Andersen’s Fairy Tales (1945) was one book we owned that really creeped me out as a child, partly because of the morose stories, but mostly because of the illustrations by Arthur Szyk (1894-1951).
I’m a Laurie Anderson fan from a way back when, and I was just listening to some old CDs when, as usual, O Superman gave me chills down the spine.
Laurie Anderson was a New York performance artist not well known outside art circles when this song became an unexpected #2 hit on the UK charts in 1981. Her live concerts were truly performance art pieces, using multi-media and plenty of (at the time) cutting edge electronic gadgetry. (I seem to recall she had a keyboard necktie that she could actually play…)
The song makes me think of dystopian science fiction, with the robot voice and cold, dispassionate lyrics. I just wanted to give you the audio file, but couldn’t figure out how to do that, so here it is via Youtube video. Enjoy!
P.S. A few months back I was surprised to hear this song coming over the PA system in my local grocery store. How perfect is that?
Imagine you are walking down a street somewhere, a street of abandoned industrial buildings, warehouses with broken windows, concrete rubble and scrappy weeds. There’s nobody around, but you feel like someone’s watching you…
Writing Prompt: Tell me about this curious person. Name? Age? History?