Cossack blood
The Path of Abstraction. Kandinsky, London (Tate) Modern until Oct 1st.
Hello beautiful friends. The exhibition was absolutely ( maybe Tate and Lyle did a deal to sweeten me up) of course, accompanied by my friend, he's her favourite; so brilliant. I needed 4 hours, to capture what he ( Herr K) created over -in this exhibition- maybe ten years. The fugue (she being a violinist, helped me understand the modal set) that enjoys the explosion of colour dispelling any doubts I had over the mood of the BAUHAUS. Developing his style into the B. style is a climax not to be missed. This stuff has to be seen to be understood, forget the books and attend a gallery.
A bit of a case of suck it and see 'musically' for me, but whoever said seeing is believing, I can't be more pretentious about art history. This framing of ecstasy exuding in nature, miffed by current affairs and as playful as the stars. What a school he started. The Blue Rider school. If I had a zeitgeist I would call it that. Go see, please support works of art. Do your bit for revolution.
Moving on from clutching straws, over from the painter's canvass straight to the edge of Soho, the Curzon. Following autoerotic content as you do to the Max. I landed up watching Oskar Roehler's ( of Suck my Dick fame) Atomised. If you didn't know him, let me explain, Roehler is a film director, psychoanalyst and fashion designer. So there we were watching our main character spunking on his students homework. NO, No this was a funny moovie, and even the fetish club scene had my hands drawn. I find his films very Freudian, within enough room for the surreal, lent a hand by it being in German for me. I heard better laughs in this than any previous German movie, though I think the Germans present didn't see such a funny side- that comes from the Irish connection...filum, flim...you know what I mean.
You do- then well worth a viewing, even though the critics I read don't share in the lyrical tone of German pants movies. It reminded me of the film Die Apothekerin ( a positive movement in the direction of British humour ) and one bit very much like Carry On Camping; another early bit like Nosferatu/Dracula, and not unlike his last movie SMD ( what again !)- and also Crash, the Crash film with the punk joyriders hooked on sex and drugs and smashing cars to get really banged up physically in an SM way.
Auto-eroticism again. This filmz ending was clearly educational unlike SMD, so don't be shocked by the stain on your coursework- if you follow me!
I loved today,
The Path of Abstraction. Kandinsky, London (Tate) Modern until Oct 1st.
Hello beautiful friends. The exhibition was absolutely ( maybe Tate and Lyle did a deal to sweeten me up) of course, accompanied by my friend, he's her favourite; so brilliant. I needed 4 hours, to capture what he ( Herr K) created over -in this exhibition- maybe ten years. The fugue (she being a violinist, helped me understand the modal set) that enjoys the explosion of colour dispelling any doubts I had over the mood of the BAUHAUS. Developing his style into the B. style is a climax not to be missed. This stuff has to be seen to be understood, forget the books and attend a gallery.
A bit of a case of suck it and see 'musically' for me, but whoever said seeing is believing, I can't be more pretentious about art history. This framing of ecstasy exuding in nature, miffed by current affairs and as playful as the stars. What a school he started. The Blue Rider school. If I had a zeitgeist I would call it that. Go see, please support works of art. Do your bit for revolution.
Moving on from clutching straws, over from the painter's canvass straight to the edge of Soho, the Curzon. Following autoerotic content as you do to the Max. I landed up watching Oskar Roehler's ( of Suck my Dick fame) Atomised. If you didn't know him, let me explain, Roehler is a film director, psychoanalyst and fashion designer. So there we were watching our main character spunking on his students homework. NO, No this was a funny moovie, and even the fetish club scene had my hands drawn. I find his films very Freudian, within enough room for the surreal, lent a hand by it being in German for me. I heard better laughs in this than any previous German movie, though I think the Germans present didn't see such a funny side- that comes from the Irish connection...filum, flim...you know what I mean.
You do- then well worth a viewing, even though the critics I read don't share in the lyrical tone of German pants movies. It reminded me of the film Die Apothekerin ( a positive movement in the direction of British humour ) and one bit very much like Carry On Camping; another early bit like Nosferatu/Dracula, and not unlike his last movie SMD ( what again !)- and also Crash, the Crash film with the punk joyriders hooked on sex and drugs and smashing cars to get really banged up physically in an SM way.
Auto-eroticism again. This filmz ending was clearly educational unlike SMD, so don't be shocked by the stain on your coursework- if you follow me!
I loved today,
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Grrrr.
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neyrissa:
Now that the window cleaners have done the outside windows, the view is a little clearer! 
hearts:
My writing is quite non-existant these days. However, I will be returning to school soon, which means my little fingers will soon ache.