Art and Artists

Morandi

Morandi’s switch from the clean opacity of Surrealism to his subsequent translucent and illusive impressions speaks to me about the inconstancy of time and ones own changing sense of it.

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Francis Bacon

Francis Bacon at the Met Hockney says time and space can’t exist well together in the same 2D surface – how does that relate to Francis Bacon’s works?  Does Bacon’s flattening-out equal the inclusion of time as a formal element?  Or is time merely implied conceptually through the literal device of multiplication or blurring in …

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Francis Bacon, Proust and Painting

I wake at night and sense myself to be a knot of flesh, privileging one leg over the other – twisted and stuck out of the bedclothes. Another day and I sit in the park. The people on the grass nearby: asymmetrical and balanced on an elbow or pinning under a leg, seem to grow from the green like great fleshy blossoms, spring-pale and strangely foreshortened.

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Ensor on a Rainy Sunday

Outside it rains – with eyes attuned to greys I see the Ensor paintings at MOMA more clearly. And I think that Ostend must be a city of fogs for Ensor to know so well what colors would sing on a day such as today.

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Thoughts

Iris

    Today the iris on the windowsill bloomed White and violet and the petals Shriveling back toward green daggers as the sun reflects a second dawn from the windows across the street A trip to the Ironbound, Oranges lined up on the counter small to large, each scrawled with text Honey tangerine Small navel …

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Rabbit Ole’

2/9/05 Here is dinner In valentine hues: Precooked Red wine White beans Pink Bunny Carrots Cassoulet And I am listening to Xanadu Electric Light Orchestra Olivia Newton… There is a primrose on the table: Pink edging on magenta Yellow centered And leaves greengreengreen.

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Eyre and Electricity

Eyre and electricity 1/24 Today I could see my breath inside as well as out. The power back on I huddle waiting for warmth. The sink is frozen, the still life is frozen, the air is sharp, my fingers numb starting at the pinky working in. so much for a willed productive morning. I will …

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