It's time to watch this again. This weekend.
Anything is possible.
"All the lives we could live, all the people we will never know, never will be, they are everywhere. That is what the world is."
- Aleksandar Hemon, the Lazarus Project
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Puppies and kitten are cute and all...
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Trippy
Check out Devendra's trippy adventure of a music video. Cameos by a bunch of dudes. Better than Alice in Wonderland.
Monday, March 15, 2010
I Want To Go There
I, too was filled with wanderlust while perusing these worldly photographs on kris atomic. The one of Santorini audibly took my breath away. I cannot wait to see that with my own eyes. All of these places, in fact. I want to go to them all. I'll have to settle for the sand dunes of Morocco--they'll be mine come summertime.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
The Artist is Present
Some time ago, I became fascinated with Marina Abramovic. It probably had something to with our shared name. I was curious. I remember the first article I read about her left me disgusted, intrigued, and shocked. As if I had not expected this from another Marina.
If you are not familiar with her, Marina Abramovic is a Serbian-Yugoslavian performance artist who primarily uses her body as her canvas and invokes physical pain on herself in exploration of different subject matters. The first work of hers I had heard of was called Lips of Thomas and here is the description of what she would do:
Performance
I slowly eat 1 kilo of honey with a silver spoon.
I slowly drink 1 liter of red wine out of a crystal glass.
I break the glass with my right hand.
I cut a five pointed star on my stomach with a razor blade.
I violently whip myself until I no longer feel any pain.
I lay down on a cross made of ice blocks.
The heat of a suspended space heater pointed at my stomach
Causes the cut star to bleed.
The rest of my body begins to freeze
I remain on the ice cross for 30 minutes until the audience interrupts the piece by removing the ice blocks from underneath.
Having read about her in the past, I never expected to see her work, nor did I think I would want to. I actually thought I vehemently wouldn't want to.
However, Abramovic has a show that opens tomorrow at MoMA called The Artist is Present. In it are re-enactments of her previous works performed by artists she trained herself in a vigorous program, as well as performance by Abramovic herself wherein she sits still in a chair across a table from another empty chair, which is open for visitors to sit in and interact with her. If I hadn't been bombarded with articles about the show (New Yorker, New York Times, NY Magazine), I probably wouldn't have mustered the courage to go. But, I think I'm ready. Well, not ready, more like determined to face my fears and see it, see her. And, I think I even want to sit down in that chair in front of her.
I slowly eat 1 kilo of honey with a silver spoon.
I slowly drink 1 liter of red wine out of a crystal glass.
I break the glass with my right hand.
I cut a five pointed star on my stomach with a razor blade.
I violently whip myself until I no longer feel any pain.
I lay down on a cross made of ice blocks.
The heat of a suspended space heater pointed at my stomach
Causes the cut star to bleed.
The rest of my body begins to freeze
I remain on the ice cross for 30 minutes until the audience interrupts the piece by removing the ice blocks from underneath.
Having read about her in the past, I never expected to see her work, nor did I think I would want to. I actually thought I vehemently wouldn't want to.
However, Abramovic has a show that opens tomorrow at MoMA called The Artist is Present. In it are re-enactments of her previous works performed by artists she trained herself in a vigorous program, as well as performance by Abramovic herself wherein she sits still in a chair across a table from another empty chair, which is open for visitors to sit in and interact with her. If I hadn't been bombarded with articles about the show (New Yorker, New York Times, NY Magazine), I probably wouldn't have mustered the courage to go. But, I think I'm ready. Well, not ready, more like determined to face my fears and see it, see her. And, I think I even want to sit down in that chair in front of her.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
The Secret Garden
Do you remember The Secret Garden? Meryl & I sure do... Check out our blog for hints as to what we're working on.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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