Seyrig-“A” For Ever!

Will Delphine Seyrig ever become old? I don’t think so. Photogenic rejuvenation through cinema, would say Musil… And, yes, Last Year at Marienbad was based upon The Invention of Morel and “A” is Faustine (rather than Louise Brooks!). Seyrig-“A” is a virtual being roaming eternally the platonic meadows of my mind.

Connecting Calligraphies

Nary has a case of connectionism gone unnoticed by me, with no exceptions. I’ve learned recently the word Umwelt and it inspired me to do a drawing using Documenta font Schild. Today, running my eyes over a big archive of photos of D12, I’ve bumped into a piece done by Mira Schendel, a Brazilian artist known for employing eccentric typography in her work. Coincidence? Or another case of authorless ideas?
UPDATE (3/02): More images of "Umwelt und Mondo" here and here.

Another Plug

Last night I woke up with the city sounds, but they were not at all poetic: it sounded as if Brobdingnagian king was mixing home made tractors inside a gigantic shaker. If today the butt plugs are so popular to the point of have been quoted in TV series (Californication), I’d like to begin a campaign to hype another plug: the earplug.

The Datamatrix

Presenting Kuja's Electronic Samizdat QR Code. Done with Kaywa Datamatrix Generator. Why? Nothing special... Maybe apply it in some drawing background.

Doodling Through Out the Obscurantism

This truly yours humble drawer is now part of Gawker Gallery and has a Gawker page! And Gawker artists have a group on Facebook. Thank you Gawker curator!

Beast and the Beauty

Jenny Holzer on the bad feeling (or “spider-sense”). She is so right. Sometimes the evil is a whiff of cool air. The sky is blue and the people are smiling, but “something” is in the air. How to combat such evil? Why not with beauty? Beauty reified. Like Liv Ulman (here acting in Bergman's “Skammen”). Her beauty is so outlandish that remains irresistible even for the evil.

Unspeakable!

There is a new letterpress print from Brian Taylor, from the excellent Candykiller project. Perfect for your home office or child’s nursery (Drawn! blog). Unspeakable! Unspeakable! (Mia Farrow, in Rosemary's Baby).

Dharma Kings

Gordon Ramsay and Gregory House... Who you’d like to have as a boss? Despite the fact of both being almost sadistic, I guess their employees are blessed for having a type of Zen master who break bamboos sticks in their heads when there are daydreaming and no responses for crucial situations. For better or for worse, this is the only way to grow professionally.

Roots

Mississippi John Hurt: the starting point of all this New Weird America stuff. Not quite blues, not quite country, and not quite gospel, is a clearly description of his work, as stated by Tyler, from naturalismo blog (there is an amazing video there also). Actually, I confess the three musical genres quoted are not my cup of tea; but this sort of folk is all I love.

K.I.S.S.

Cyclooxygenase inhibition lowers prostaglandin E2 release from articular cartilage and reduces apoptosis but not proteoglycan degradation following an impact load in vitro. How I wish it were THAT simple!

Sex and the Politics

It is irresistible not to associate Monsieur Le President, I Have No Reason to Refuse You and Happy Birthday, Mr. President. Different times and different drives, I must admit. Therefore, all the elements are there: shockingly conservatives, fluids on the sheets and an urge to publicize a supernatural metrosexuality.

Plinian, by Meredith Bragg

When the stones rained down
And smoke rose above the clouds
Dodging debris
My uncle put his fleet to sea
And as he waived and turned away
Set his sails across the bay
Who could ever guess
My dear Tacitus
The gods were so enraged

And the lightning arced
And dust turned the daylight dark
And the helmsmen cried
Wondered if they'd survive
But through the thickening smoke
They found the harbor choked
Still he urged them on
While he stayed calm
And the ash fell like snow

And the mountain growled
Tearing the buildings down
And for two dark days
Fires lit the Naples Bay
And when it came for them to leave
There was no escape by sea
And his body fell as the vapor swelled
They say he died as if asleep

A lonely ridge
A couple focus in
Their lenses train
On smoke, and fire, and flame
And in unison they rise
As the plume reached greater heights
While around the bend a grey cloud descends
That will be their demise

And with blindingly speed
They are both killed instantly
And the island roars
Boiling the ocean floor
Though their bodies disappear
Mingle with the earth and air
They will echo on through the work they've done
Projected through the years

((This a pop song! Americana! New Weird America! Naturalismo! Call it whatever! The fact is: american pop folk becomes PHD! Their Myspace page))

Virgin Tactics

Not only Virgin is using Flickr photos released under the CC-BY-2.0 licence for commercial aims. I've just received a letter from Emma Williams, managing editor of Schmap Guides, informing the inclusion of one of my photos (actually, the photo was shot by Teca, a friend of mine) in the newly released fourth edition of Schmap Berlin Guide. I'm not complaining. Just observing.

Shackleton Reenactment

Ouch, my dad was cruising aboard that ship last year... Nah. The ship was the Skorpios.

Licence to Kill

A Youthful Form of Plasticity

Somehow the wires got crossed
Communication's lost
Can't even get you on the telephone
Just got to shout about it
I'm losing you
I'm losing you
("I'm Losing You", John Lennon)
Not anymore, John. Not anymore...

High-low Brow

Batman Versus Fyodor Dostoevsky... Rodion Romanovich Raskolnikov must be twisting in his grave.

Social Distortion Extended

There is a sardonic expression here in Brazil that makes negative presumptions about a book or a film: I did not read (or watch) and I did not like it. This is exactly my position concerning the new local cultural frenzy, Tropa de Elite, a flick that literally have entailed new "national heroes" embodied by Blackwateresque militias (although they are not private). It only have been increasing the Schismogenesis, inspiring fascist pigs and worsting desperado actions, as police officers spraying pepper gas in the eyes of people complaining about some robbers (Hey, I'm captain Nascimento! Go bother another one!). Sheeesh!

Life Imitates Art

Oh! Doesn't it recall those peevishness Al Jaffee usually did for MAD magazine?

Sensory World

"The Ney is a poison". Jelālu-'d-Dīn Muhammed Er-Rūmī.