From Laughing Squid, 3D-Printed Paintings of Nanomolecular Structures by Shane Hope.
Shane has a pretty interesting website:
Q: Is your work deliberately trying to be opaque, and if so, what are the benefits of hyper-complexity (both conceptual and aesthetic)?
A: Many have been too hypnotized by technocratic solutionism to see that not all clarity is benevolently about accuracy and not all lack thereof should be immediately suspect. Getting obsessive-compulsive about the future can be counterproductive inasmuch as it often precludes a greater gamut of adaptability. Ambiguity, opacity, allusion, metaphor and semantic slippage can all serve as really important tools when making artwork, or realities for that matter. From the butterfly flap you choose, emerges the superstorm you deserve.
Hm.
REVISITING NATIONALISM – 2
REVISITING NATIONALISM – 2
Prasanna K Choudhary
EUROPE AND THE REST OF THE WORLD
The self-identity of European countries as ‘nations’ was invariably linked with the process of denying and destroying the identities of so many tribes, societies and…
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Egalite for All. Toussaint Louverture and the Haitian Revolution (PBS) PBS documentary on Toussaint Louverture and the Haitian Revolution. It was the only successful slave insurrection in history. It grasped the full meaning of French revolutionary ideas — liberté, eqalité, fraternité — and used them to create the world’s first Black republic. It changed the trajectory of colonial economics…and led to America’s acquisition of the Louisiana territory from France. “It” was the Haitian Revolution, a movement that’s been called the true birth moment of universal human rights. Vaguely remembered today, the Haitian Revolution was a hurricane at the turn of the nineteenth century — traumatizing Southern planters and inspiring slaves and abolitionists, worldwide.
The immense hope, and forbearance Trailing out of night, to sidewalks of the day Like air breathed into a paper city, exhaled As night returns bringing doubts That swarm around the sleeper’s head But are fended off with clubs and knives, so that morning Installs again in cold hope The air that was yesterday, is what you are, In so many phases the head slips form the hand. The tears ride freely, laughs or sobs: What do they matter? There is free giving and taking; The giant body relaxed as though beside a stream Wakens to the force of it and has to recognize The secret sweetness before it turns into life— Sucked out of many exchanges, torn from the womb, Disinterred before completely dead—and heaves Its mountain-broad chest. “They were long in coming, Those others, and mattered so little that it slowed them To almost nothing. They were presumed dead, Their names honorably grafted on the landscape To be a memory to me. Until today We have been living in their shell. Now we break forth like a river breaking through a dam, Pausing over the puzzled, frightened plain, And our further progress shall be terrible, Turning fresh knives in the wounds In the gulf of recreation, that bare canvas As matter-of-fact as the traffic and that day’s noise.” The mountain stopped shaking; its body Arched into its own contradiction, its enjoyment, As far from us lights were put out, memories of boys and girls Who walked here before the great change, Before the air mirrored us, Taking the opposite shape of our effort, Its inseparable comment and corollary But casting us further and further out. Wha—what happened? You are with The orange tree, so that its summer produce Can go back to where we got it wrong, then drip gently Into history, if it wants to. A page turned; we were Just now floundering in the wind of its colossal death. And whether it is Thursday, or the day is stormy, With thunder and rain, or the birds attack each other, We have rolled into another dream. No use charging the barriers of that other: It no longer exists. But you, Gracious and growing thing, with those leaves like stars, We shall soon give all out attention to you.
—John Ashbery, “Spring Day” Art Credit Lottie Hedley
वक्त के साथ गहरे होते जा रहे हैं घाव: सुधा भारद्वाज की बेटी मायशा
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Ladies of the Zenana (Womens Quarters) on a Terrace at Night - 17th Century Rajput Painting
Artist : Ruknuddin
Ruknuddin was active at the court in Bikaner ca. 1650-97. especially under the patronage of Anup Singh. Ruknuddin was a master of color and patterns. In this work, the exquisitely rendered folds of Vishnu’s robe, the semitransparent fabrics of the women presenting gifts to the divine couple, and the subtle shading of the faces are obviously reminiscent of Mughal painting. Beautiful women, even in a secular context, were among Ruknuddin’s favorite subjects. If one compares such pictures from the 1660s and 1670s as a group, one is particularly struck by the porcelain-like treatment of the faces that recurs in works of this period. Ruknuddin accompanied the rulers of Bikaner on their military campaigns to the Deccan, which were conducted as part of their contractural service to the Mughal court. He is associated with a number of portraits painted there in a distinctly Mughal manner, reflecting his exposure to further currents of influence. (via)
Li Huayi, ink and color on paper
When you step away from the prepackaged structure of traditional education, you’ll discover that there are many more ways to learn outside school than within.
Don’t Go Back to School (via explore-blog)
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Suchitra Sen (06.04.1931 - 17.01.2014)
Born Roma Dasgupta at Pabna, Bangladesh.
Some of her memorable films: Devdas (1955), Deep Jwele Jaai (1959), Saptapadi (1961), Uttar Falguni (1963), Saat Paake Bandha (1963). Mamta (1966), Aandhi (1975).
Photo: www.thehindu.com
'Naitaavad enaa, paro anyad asti' (There is not merely this, but a transcendent other). Rgveda. X, 31.8.
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