words, words, words
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If I begin to detail myself here, will you understand?
P. I am me
Q. I don't always know exactly who that is
R. I am Quaker
S. I like words and playing with them
T. I like genmaicha tea
U. I like the word napkin more than most others
V. I spend time walking my neighborhood
W. I cook rice often
X. I sleep well most every night
Y. I eat large amounts of fruit and vegetables
Z. I munch, sleep, write, create, cook, bike, watch, walk, listen, hope, learn, drink, live, breathe, touch, know, question, taste, copy, read, stare, carry, talk, dance, finger, try.
raisin@gmail.com
albums:
Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs
Erasure: I Say, I Say, I Say
Depeche Mode: Black Celebration
The Beach Boys: Pet Sounds
Marvin Gaye: What's Going On?
David Bowie: Hunky Dory
George Michael: Listen without Prejudice
George Gershwin: Porgy and Bess
Yo La Tengo: And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out
songs:
Wild is the Wind: Nina Simone
Come Undone: Duran Duran
Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini: Rachmaninov
My Funny Valentine: Chet Baker
Feeling Yourself Disintegrate: The Flaming Lips
This Must Be the Place: The Talking Heads
Hyperballad: Bjork
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Thursday, February 26, 2004
The imagination and art of people everywhere is one of the few reasons to exist, in my mind. The feeling I get from creating and viewing art is one of the most powerful and wonderful parts of my life, and I'm so exhilirated by something surprising and new. Apparently, The Saint Louis Art Museum has been doing this sort of thing for years, having the Art in Bloom show. I hadn't bothered to come see it because I thought it was just a bunch of nice flowers in the lobby. There are bunch of nice flowers in the lobby, no doubt, but the incredible part are the small bouquets set out in almost each room of the museum. Each of these bouquets has been based on a particular piece of art, and sits in front of it. The displays were the best arrangements i've ever seen. Granted, I've never thought much of floral arrangement and apparently haven't given it it's due. What some people did was create art out of flowers. Some very interpretational, some very obvious. Almost all of them were beautiful and surprsing. I loved guessing the different parts of them, seeing the represenation, wondering how the artist set about copying a scene, how he or she (mostly she's) chose the flowers, bent and shaped them. There were so many of them, I was so overwhelmed.
One bouquet had a small piece of what looked like armor (based on an old piece of 3/4 armor), with a stump on one side, and a flowing, circling, stretch of flesh, with large and long red flowers, like blood, streaming through it. All topped by a spiky, dangerous plant, like a protective and angry helmet.
The painting of Sts Peter and Paul was represented by tall plants sticking out of pillar-shaped vases. at the top, were cala liles, pulled together to form an arch over the main area - another set of vases was set back a bit, and more narrow, so that when you looked at it, the image faded in the background, arched flowers showing off the top of the building, drawing your eyes upward.
My favorite though, was a rather simple arrangement based on Spectrum II. Spectrum II is a shockingly bright rainbow paneled piece. Each panel is a different color, going up and back down the spectrum, with yellow in the middle. It hurts to look at, becomes three dimensional. it doesn't look like a rainbow, but just like a prism caught on the wall, only huge, each panel taller than me and almost as wide, at least fourteen panels of bright colors. The flower arrangement, well, is probably indescribable. it held all the colors within it that were represented on the wall, set out together, with a white background (the wall) behind it. The flowers were the realistic version, the one that didn't hurt your eyes, but was just as vivid and colorful.
There were so many of them. These will sit with me, reminding of how art inspires, how it passes from one person to the next, how it opens doors you didn't think existed, connecting worlds you would have separated. We are a part of the art, as much as the art is a part of us.
5:43 PM
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