Saks Christmas Window
Manhattan
New York
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Sunday, 29 December 2013
Monday, 23 December 2013
Wednesday, 18 December 2013
Kusama Cosmic Visions
I Who Have Lost Love
194x194 cm
Days of a Continual War
194x194 cm
My Youth
194x194 cm
Screaming to the Sun
194x194 cm
Travelling to the Far Corner of the Earth
194x194 cm
Yayoi Kusama
New York
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Chistopher Wool Surface Destruction
surface pattern destruction and corruption
Christopher Wool
New York
"failures and doubt as a creative force"
Tuesday, 17 December 2013
Motherwell Totems
Elegy to the Spanish Republic
series of 150 monumental paintings
"The world could, after all, regress"
These funeral songs, these dark abstract meditations on life and death share a common horizontal and vertical structure and an essential dramatic pictorial language with whites and blacks that is as basic as the archaic, ritual art of Stonehenge, the Pacific, or African music.
The similarities of the composition and form in all of these paintings compose a series of repetition inspired by Kierkegaard on the subject of obsession and self-repeating... on the belief of the values of accumulation and insistence...
"Art is partly the condensing of quantity into quality"
Domination of Black
At night, by the fire,
The colors of the bushes
And of the fallen leaves,
Repeating themselves,
Turned in the room,
Like the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind.
Yes: but the color of the heavy hemlocks
Came striding.
And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.
The colors of their tails
Were like the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind,
In the twilight wind.
They swept over the room,
Just as they flew from the boughs of the hemlocks
Down to the ground.
I heard them cry -- the peacocks.
Was it a cry against the twilight
Or against the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind,
Turning as the flames
Turned in the fire,
Turning as the tails of the peacocks
Turned in the loud fire,
Loud as the hemlocks
Full of the cry of the peacocks?
Or was it a cry against the hemlocks?
Out of the window,
I saw how the planets gathered
Like the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind.
I saw how the night came,
Came striding like the color of the heavy hemlocks
I felt afraid.
And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.
Thursday, 12 December 2013
Robert Motherwell Early Collages
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Guggenheim
New York
After a trip to Mexiko in 1941 and under the tutorial of Roberto Matta Motherwell started the cutting, tearing, layering and glueing of decorative and special papers, maps, wooden veneers and textile pieces, painting them with the mastering of pastel colours... with fire oranges, ochre and golden yellows, dark blood reds, ultramarine and cobalt blues, mortal greys... light and dark tones... shiny and matt surfaces... he created a dark and raw abstract collage art with a touch of surrealist improvisatory technique.
Tuesday, 10 December 2013
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