Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Painting By Chagall*

Marc Chagall (1887-1985)

convince me that there's never been anybody since Renoir who has the feeling for light that Chagall has (Picasso)
When Matisse dies, Chagall will be the only painter left who understands what color is. . . . His canvases are really painted, not just tossed together. Some of the last things he's done in Venice

Birthday (1951)


Abraham and Three Angels


Paris Through the Window


Over Vitebsk (1915-1920)



*song title by The Weepies
Photos from here and here

French Movie Stills

These two movies are my best french movie to watch, amazing cast and unusual scenes feels like living a different life.. A Bout de Souffle
Bande A Part

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

DASH SNOW
Another young and talented artist died too soon.
For Dash Snow photography becomes a way of engaging with environment and memory. Each snapshot captures a place, time, and emotion, freeze-framing the individual components of everyday experience, mapping out the compilation of an identity. Using a Polaroid camera for its instantaneous results and association as keep-sakes, the familiar format of Snow’s photos replicates the sentiments of his images: cheap, disposable, and plebian mementos become humble evidence of discarded beauty.
Documenting his life through a lens, Snow’s photographs explore personal existence as a periphery to globalised culture. Presenting an unabridged account of his marginalised lifestyle, Snow’s often uncomfortable images paint an intimate portrait where topical issues such as sex, drugs, poverty, and anti-social behaviour are confronted from a frank position of personal participation. Translated through the generic quality of his medium, Snow’s photos convey the disoriented fragments of memory as voyeuristic observation, conceiving the experience of ‘self’ as a bi-product of mass media dissociation.
Picturing the underbelly of contemporary culture, Snow distances his images with cinematic veritas. Graffiti, ironically broken signage, seedy hotel sex romps, and instances of human despair don’t evoke empathy, but rather suggest a poetic affirmation of humanity and against-the-odds survivalism.