bloganical

Oh what a lazy blogger. Here are some Flickr photos.

They are blue.

. . .he speaks of the possibility of writing a monograph on the color blue, beginning with the pastels of Rosalba Carriera and the special blue of the eighteenth century, whereupon he mentions Cezanne's "very unique blue." In the course of the letters he produces a series of variations of this blue, forumlations whose expressive power exceeds everything that has ever been said about this color. An October morining in Paris presents him with a "completely supportless blue"(October 11); two days later, in front of the pictures in the Salon , he speaks of "the good conscience of these reds, these blues." Thereupon , while crossing the Place de la Concorde, the poet becomes aware of "an ocean of cold. . . barely-blue," while the houses in the background loom in a "blue dove-gray." The obelisk, around whose granite there is always "a glimmering of blond old warmth," holds "an ancient Egyptian shadow-blue" in its h...

Once in a great while it does snow here. . .

"Make a child a painting and he'll be happy for a day. Teach a child to paint and he'll be miserable for a lifetime." (Christopher Willard)

Pecker: Art's everywhere. Shelly: Yeah, here in my endless bags of dirty laundry. Pecker: It is if you think about it. Shelly: What? In the brilliant green of a grass stain? Pecker: Yes. That's art. Shelly: The subtle yellow of a urine-soaked sheet? Pecker: Yeah, yeah. Keep going. It's what you see every day. Shelly: The aqua blue of cold water as it dilutes a violent red bloodstain? Pecker: Oh, you got it! Be spontaneous for once in your life. Shelly: Pecker, I'm scared. You mean the almond brown of stubborn mildew stains can be beautiful? Pecker: Yes, yes! Let your mind go and you'll be free forever. Shelly: Oh, Pecker, I think I finally see it. Pecker: Oh, art, Shelly! Art! Shelly: Pecker, use a condom. Conversation from the John Water's movie Pecker .