- The Wolf
Red Riding Hood OST
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Fever Ray song featured in a Warner Bros production!
http://redridinghood.warnerbros.com/
http://feverray.com/2010/11/18/new-fever-ray-music-to-feature-in-upcoming-film-red-riding-hood/
reblogged from luxagon
- Debussy: Etudes for Piano, Book I; Pour les tierces (LP Version)
Debussy: Etudes For Piano / En Blanc Et Noir
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Paul Jacobs playing Claude Debussy - Etude 2 - Pour les tierces.
A pretty nice interpretation, not as dry as Gieseking’s or as fast as Mitsuko Uchida. Just the way Debussy has to be, I think.
I bought it here: http://www.nonesuch.com/albums/debussy-etudes-for-piano-en-blanc-et-noir
For pianists who are interested in Debussy:
Check out this site:
http://www.djupdal.org/karstein/debussy/
It has reallly good information regarding technique, etc.
(Source: nonesuch.com)
“Vincent Persichetti in ‘Twenthieth Century Harmony’: “Any tone can succeed any other tone, any tone can sound simultaneously with any other tone or tones, and any group of tones can be followed by any other group of tones…”… well, that explains a lot :-)”
Zhang Huan/Rong Rong: East Village
mianotimianoti: Left: Zhang Huan, performance: 12mq (read about it; high-res picture) (Huan: previously, previously, previously, previously); right: Vincent van Gogh, Au seuil de l’éternité (1890)
This post by Mianoti made me think of Chinese photographer Rong Rong’s book ‘East Village’. Rong Rong incorporated Zhang Huan’s performance 12 Square Meters in this series of photographs taken in Dashan Zhuang, the original name of the village.
Dashan Zhuang -literally the Manor on a Big Hill, became a residence for artists looking for cheap housing. Rong Rong & Zhang Huan amongst others were inspired by the ‘hellish qualities of the Village’.
In his performance 12 Square Meters, Zhang Huan covered his body with honey which attracted a swarm of flies that would stick to his body. Rong Rong was in the same room with his camera. He documented the performance as also the bath Zhang took in a pond behind the toilet. Rong Rong wrote about it in a lettre to his sister:
After Zhang had finished he stepped into a small pond behind the toilet. Lots of dead flies floated on the water, moving slightly with the smooth circular waves around Zhang’s straight body. Zhang called the whole thing “12 square meters”, which is of course the size of the public toilet. He said that the squalid photos, showing Zhang gradually disappearing in the water, gives the performance a poignant and unforgettable ending.
Ai Weiwei -known from the Bird’s Nest he made for the 2008 Summer Olympics in Bejing, was also present at that time. He videotaped the performance.
http://www.amazon.com/Rong-Rongs-East-Village-1993-1998/dp/0971922918
See also: Wu Hung: RongRong & Inri: Tui-Transfiguration
“The problem (if there was one) was simply a problem with the question. He wants to paint a bird, needs to, and the problem is why. Why paint a bird? Why do anything at all? Not how, because hows are easy, series or sequence, one foot after the other, but existentially why bother, what does it solve? Be the tree, solve for bird. What does that mean? It’s a problem of focus, it’s a problem of diligence, it’s supposed to be a grackle but it sort of got away from him. But why not let the colors do what they want, which is blend, which is kind of neighborly, if you think about it. Blackbird, he says. So be it. Indexed and normative. Who gets to measure the distance between experience and its representation? Who controls the lines of inquiry? He does, but he’s not very good at it. And just because you want to paint a bird, do actually paint a bird, it doesn’t mean you’ve accomplished anything. Maybe if it was pretty, it would mean something. Maybe if it was beautiful it would be true. But it’s not, not beautiful, not true, not even realistic, more like a man in a birdsuit, blue shoulders instead of feathers, because he isn’t looking at a bird, real bird, as he paints, he is looking at his heart, which is impossible, unless his heart is a metaphor for his heart, as everything is a metaphor for itself, so that looking at the page is like looking out the window at a bird in your chest with a song in its throat that you don’t want to hear but you paint anyway because the hand is a voice that can sing what the voice will not and the hand wants to do something useful. Sometimes, at night, in bed, before I fall asleep, I think about a poem I might write, someday, about my heart, says the heart. Answer: be the heart. Answer: be the hand. Answer: be the bird. Answer: be the sky.”
— Richard Siken, The problem (thank you S., via lived)
- Alice
Violaine
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vincentstockholm: “Alice”… one of the last Cocteau Twins songs ever released, and it’s a masterpiece. I love the way Liz Fraser sings Alice like a mantra at the end of the song.
Blurry 2010
I took quite some pictures last year with my Canon G11, an excellent little camera! As you can see, I experimented with different techniques normally considered as mistakes.
‘Fautographie - l’histoire de l’erreur photographique’ by Clément Cheroux, a wonderful little book about bad pictures and how interesting they can become, was a wonderful source of inspiration to this approach.
