Monthly Archives: October 2013

Quick Quiz

Question: what is this?

Gagosian @ Frieze

Answer: Koons R Us – the store where Damien Hirst buys toys for his baby:

 

 

 

 

 

Damien-Hirst-via-New-York-Times

The bill goes to Sheikha Mayasa of Qatar.

You see reader? All is taken care of.

The future is f***ing great.

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Q: Gagosian Gallery; A: NY Times

 

 

 

Art-Not Art, Art-Not Art

Sometime ago I made a flower arrangement, including two leaves and an orchid.  The orchid faded and I had to remove it, but the two leaves remained. I do not like to throw away plants, so after I used a stalk for a still life arrangement for my students,  I added it to the now flowerless, leaves-only arrangement.  Here is what it turned out like:

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 I looked at it again and thought: oh, it seems that not all leaves are created equal. Here we have three distinct Characters.  They all live in the same water and are supported by the same pebbles. They are contained by the same vase. Yet they are so different in their Attitude – don’t you think?  These three leaves are in a Relationship.  Of course, the relationship exists only in the mind of the viewer – it is a human thing. Leaves do relate to each other in their natural habitat but this is only limited to their the struggle for light – and occurs regardless of whether or not there is a human mind to comprehend that.  

Before writing this post, I put the photo on my Facebook page and titled it “The Pessimist, The Optimist and the Poet”.  The comments it received were: a nice metaphor, witty, intelligent, beautiful

So, reader, look at the photo and tell me: is this art?

1- It is made of ‘found objects’

2 – It is a result of Artist’s intervention

3 – It is metaphoric – it is not what you see (three leaves in a vase) but something else that has to do with human character

4 – It is aesthetically pleasing (which, sadly, is not a part of the definition of  art these days)

5 – The whole thing happens in your mind. Outside of it, they are only 3 leaves in a vase with some pebbles.

So – art or not-art?

 

The Night When the Diamonds Stop Glittering

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There is one night in the year, darker and deeper than the others.  People hardly notice it, or if they do, they don’t give it much attention. It is moonlit skies and shining stars that make material for love songs.

That night, after lovers untangle from their embrace, thieves and murderers withdraw to the shadows, restless souls and insomniacs finally drop with exhaustion – that dark and motionless night all diamonds in the world lose their spark. It flickers once or twice then quietly fades and they vanish in the darkness.

Once invisible, the diamonds take on a journey.

They leave wedding rings, necklaces and bracelets, brilliants disappear from crowns and tiaras, precious jewels leave safes and vaults, solitaires depart from pendants and ear rings, diamonds of all sizes and cuts leave velvet boxes, altars, idols, rappers’ chains and Swiss watches, and head towards the core of the Earth. The place, where sooth and slime simmer for millennia, fuelled by the planet’s anger, to erupt one day in tectonic rage and give birth to new diamonds .

Once they’ve lost their spark what remains are the diamonds’ souls, visible only to them. And they are not a pretty picture.   Festered wounds from floggings, bleeding  feet from failed escapes, bullet holes, smashed bones, poisoned guts and deep furrows carved by centuries of  bitter tears cover those wretched shadows. No, the diamonds’ souls are not pretty at all for they bear the scars of all ugly secrets of their histories from the moment they were mined and polished, to the present day.

The diamonds’ souls come together during that night to let out their pain, guilt and shame, hoping in vain to release the burden of their eternal anguish. They huddle together in the darkness and whisper  tales of broken promises, treachery, deceit, of conquests, shadowy deals, killings, torture and  humiliation.

They wriggle. They weep.  They whine.

At the break of dawn, the sorrowful congregation breaks and the diamonds head back to where they came from, adorning men and women, loved and feared, desired and despised.

Once again they are ready to step on the stage. To glitter and spark, to razzle dazzle .

To symbolize true love.

 After all, diamonds are the hardest material in the world, aren’t they? 

 

Image source: http://www.silverandgoldexchange.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/sell-diamonds-online.jpg

Damien Hirst’s Releases Children’s Book

Imagine a generation of humans, whose early idea of the world has been formed by Damien Hirst’s art. Sounds as a plot for a horror sci-fi movie. How sick could sick get?

Source of the featured image.

Fawn Review

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As British artist Damien Hirst publishes his first children’s book, ABC, we ask the question- will S always stand for Shocker?

There are many roles by which Damien Hirst is remembered; the man who chain saws cows in half, or the man who made £50 million by encrusting a skull with diamonds. But, now he’s keen to add to this persona the role of being an educator of children.

The unconventional artist’s first children book, ABC, was released yesterday. When news of this project broke, art and literature critics were dumbfounded. For such a maverick man to enter such a mainstream model seemed impossible. What would the blurb consist of, I wondered, ‘The cat sat on the mat, was sawn in half and suspended in formaldehyde in the Tate Modern’?

The alphabet book is composed of pictures of Hirst’s work representing each letter with pieces from his earliest to most…

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