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8452. judithathome - 7/5/2007 10:12:05 PM Boots Randolph died this week, too. 8453. betty - 7/7/2007 3:40:04 AM oh I would give my kingdom for a good landscape.
8454. TheWizardOfWhimsy - 7/7/2007 4:13:42 AM Prescient as always, wabb!
Will these do, betty?
8455. TheWizardOfWhimsy - 7/7/2007 4:17:47 AM Adored the Melly obit, btw--thanks, ac. 8456. judithathome - 7/7/2007 6:02:21 PM Wiz, I love those...ink wash? 8457. TheWizardOfWhimsy - 7/7/2007 9:18:45 PM Thanks Judith; no those were actually black ink solarplate intaglios of some watercolor studies of a Tuscan tower complex near Siena that I've been working up lately. It's called: Montarrenti and these are views of the back.
Here's a watercolor: 
8458. TheWizardOfWhimsy - 7/7/2007 9:25:12 PM As you may have noticed, I've been a bit hung up on this place for awhile . . .
8459. wabbit - 7/7/2007 11:17:07 PM Gorgeous. 8460. betty - 7/8/2007 3:16:33 AM Wiz, those are lovely. and I can see why you would be hung up.
I love her landscapes. 8461. TheWizardOfWhimsy - 7/16/2007 3:50:57 PM 8462. wabbit - 7/22/2007 12:55:34 AM How cool is that?! 8463. wonkers2 - 8/2/2007 3:53:23 AM Walker Evans, or is it? 8464. wonkers2 - 8/12/2007 1:14:49 PM Was Elvis a racist like jexter? 8465. wabbit - 8/16/2007 6:48:24 PM Max Roach, a founder of modern jazz who rewrote the rules of drumming in the 1940’s and spent the rest of his career breaking musical barriers and defying listeners’ expectations, died early today at his home in New York. He was 83. 8466. wabbit - 9/6/2007 2:21:08 PM Luciano Pavarotti, the Italian singer whose ringing, pristine sound set a standard for operatic tenors of the postwar era, died early this morning at his home in Modena, in northern Italy. He was 71.
His death was announced by his manager, Terri Robson. The cause was pancreatic cancer... 8467. TheWizardOfWhimsy - 9/6/2007 6:15:38 PM Some Thoughts About Ink Stains
When mundane tedium is too much to bear or civilization seems to be crumbling faster than anyone anticipated, we all seek escape and renewal--maybe even a modicum of enchantment once in awhile. Art may well have evolved because it offers a respite from the anguish of a world gone mad. The fruitful illusions in a work of art can serve as a kind of aesthetic Rorschach test, transporting us to a realm of inner yearning while introducing us to our own vital nature. The basic ingredients for this kind of liberation havenÕt changed in centuries. They include an artistÕs desire to playfully invent a particular language of experience, combined with the viewerÕs mutual appetite to participate in the revelations possible in an imaginative idiom. If you have never pondered Victor HugoÕs ink drawings or MorandiÕs etchings and watercolors, then youÕre in for a refreshing release via the mindÕs eye.
The traditional meaning of the term graphic art is defined as a process for the creation of an artistic expression on a piece of paper: drawings, watercolors and prints. ItÕs a very old and arcane method evoking eidetic patterns from our visual intuition and history. In contemporary terms, this process downloads patterns of awareness to the viewerÕs brain, instantaneously--without words or electronics. That these objects for contemplation are also silent may well be their most humane gift; they rescue us from an environment that bombards us with distractions, preventing significant thought and meditation.
Every work of art is really about discovery and if truth be told, artists donÕt create anything--they discover. First they learn how to regain their childlike grace through play and then they learn a vocabulary that communicates their wonder. It is such an enticing form of joy; we readily recognize it and share in its curative powers. Artist and viewer become one in the treasure hunt as the image turns into a message in a bottleÑor a Grecian urn, as John Keats would have it.
And like other Romantic vagabonds infatuated with Italy and longing to escape the humdrum, I have played with brush and ink in hopes of rediscovering the revitalizing sensations of that antique land.
8468. judithathome - 9/6/2007 7:04:29 PM Very good..seems you are also a master at rendering thought as well as one of rendering the Tuscan sky. 8469. TheWizardOfWhimsy - 9/6/2007 8:19:57 PM Thanks for responding, Judith. For a dyslexic who is confounded by words, it's always a struggle. When my passion, however, takes over, it gets easier and I focus better. I'm a very sloppy reader who scans and misses a lot. In college, "a friend" gave me LSD and I became catatonic for seven hours because my mind raced too fast for me to speak. I think the verbal part of my brain is tangled up somehowÐwhich may account for my painting skills.
(Btw, something weird happens with apostrophe’s and dashes when I paste text from a Word document.) 8470. jexster - 9/6/2007 8:24:40 PM Ave Maria
Schubert
RIP
8471. wabbit - 9/6/2007 9:06:22 PM Well said, WoW.
fwiw, the weirdness is Word's doing, not yours. It has to do with the way punctuation marks, or anything other than standard upper/lower case letters, are encoded. In a Word document, there is always formatting involved, so when you copy something from Word, you copy the encoded text, not plain text.
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