I started doing this song in the guitar a couple of days ago, but then I changed it to this. Word.
PS: I know I have the bad habit of calling an instrumental piece a song (it has no lyrics so it is not a song properly speaking)
George Grosz’s Explosion. Image taken from the MoMa website
I have always had a soft spot for the Dadaist movement. I was a big fan of the Surrealists during High School, until I realized that the best artists had either left the movement, had been kicked out of it, or did not even acknowledge being a part of it (an exception can be made with the amazing Magritte, who stayed loyal).
(Took this picture at Glastonbury, Connecticut)
One more thing, I want to thank Nuno for mentioning me in his blog, and for the awards too (I still have to work on those!).
Nuno has a blog at Vinyl Eraser where he posts his wonderful drawings and watercolors. Check it out!
Kafka enjoying a day at the beach. Wait a minute, it is Kafka enjoying a day at the beach!!! (Max Brod at his side)
I think it was the 19th century that gave us the idea of the “artist” that still pervades our imagination, that is, a tortured genius misunderstood by society. There were certainly characters that fitted this stereotype before the aforementioned century, but examples abound in the late 18th century and especially during the 19th : Beethoven, Byron, Poe, the French decadent poets like Rimbaud and Baudelaire, etc.
Black-figured amphora (wine-jar) signed by Exekias as potter and attributed to him as painter. Image (and caption) taken from the British Museum website
In Greek Mythology the Amazons were probably the ultimate nightmare for Greek men. These tribes of warrior-women subverted every rule of life like no other group of people or God could. At least they turned upside down the one aspect of life that guys cared the most for during those days: gender roles. First of all the Amazons were barbarians (that just meant they were not Greek), then they were women who fought fiercely and were able to kill many men in battle. To make things worse they could not care less about marriage, so whenever they needed men to get pregnant they simply used one of the slaves they had acquired when raiding villages. Once they had the babies they would kill the male child and keep the female ones.
The myth obviously plays with a very basic male fear: women in power. If you disregard the issue of male anxiety though you may think these ladies were pretty cool, and I partly suspect that the Ancient Greeks, even when they would never say it, thought the same way. It is true that the big heroes fought against the Amazons (Achilles, Theseus and Heracles did, which could be seen as a way to “restore” order), but it is also true that these guys liked them. Theseus had Hippolytus with the Amazon Antiope for instance and nothing surpasses the intense tragedy of Achilles falling in love (*) with Penthesilea (and vice versa) as soon as he has fatally stabbed her (very bad timing on his part). The image at the beginning of the post (by one of my favorite vase painters from antiquity, Exequias) represents this scene. Many years ago I had the chance to see it at the British Museum, and it is sublime.
(*) We tend to think he and she fell in love at the same time, but maybe they just thought the other one was hot. It is like when people say that Aphrodite was the Goddess of love. Sort of… Maybe sometimes, but overall Aphrodite was not that much into being all sweet and romantic really.
Actaeon Surprising Diana (Artemis) in the bath by Titian. Image taken from Wikipedia
I know the feeling. You feel so let down that you think you don’t have anything to lose, or on the contrary, you feel way too confident, perhaps unstoppable. Whatever the reason is, if you ever have the chance to annoy or outsmart a God, just don’t. The stats are massively against you (these are the examples I can think of right now, though I will add some more later):
Pandora – by the Pre-Raphaelite painter John William Waterhouse
The jar conundrum.