Thoughts on surrealism
Since my camera decided to really die this time I would have to push myself to use the power of words. I'm now at the V&A musem, apparently the world's biggest museum of art and design. I'm sitting right in the middle of the courtyard surrounded by the castle-like monolithic museum building. Here is haven. Here time stops. Shell-shaped steps twirling with water inside. Not really a pond, more like a sheet of water where kids can dip their feet or run through it laughing. A sculpture is also there. Resembling a wheel of some sort.
The sun is HOT like a summer's day. My knitted t-shirt is almost too warm. Spent more than an hour in the Surrealism exhibition and threw myself in a upside down world between dream and fantasy. Distored reality and creativity. Especially liked Joan Miró with his childish influence and shapes influenced by biomorphism. The childish always strike me. I also got really pulled into the fact that ART and art movements influenced society so much more in the old days. The societies of 20s/30s seem slightly more intellectual, seeking to still their hunger more than us. Or at least the elite, intellectual, artistic group of individuals. During that time they used surrealist images from then contemporary artists as magazine covers for Vogue and Harpers. Today if there was modern art on magazine covers it would only be for niche alternative art review magazines. Fashion has moved away from art, and become more business. This of course, we all know, lazying ourselves with cheap entertainment from Hello! and other gossip magazines. There is no use to contemplate anymore. To read the novels of the great writers. To break boundaries and truly individualize. Sometimes I feel like culture permeates our daily life less and less... or perhaps today's culture is altered. Now is consumerist culture. Now is the brainless time.
Hot Chip's song "Boy from School". I could start dancing here and now. I'm so happy. Really enjoy being by myself. Walking, looking, thinking and of course eating. Tonkatsu Bento takeaway outside in the sun. Barefoot and with my new book, a autobiography by Elsa Schiaparelli (one of leading fashion designers of the 20s and 30s).
That was written on my diary. Now I'm sleepy. Went to bed rather late last night (4am), due to a secret gig with The Kooks at Proud where we fought inside a moshpit. Rock overdose, as we continued to Koko. What a marvellous venue though. A old theatre, they ripped away the chairs, and now it's a big open space with lots of floors and balconies and the biggest disco lamp ever. "Young Folks" (Peter, Björn & John) was playing as we walked in. Tomorrow night I'm going to see CocoRosie. Oh the life, glorious days.
The sun is HOT like a summer's day. My knitted t-shirt is almost too warm. Spent more than an hour in the Surrealism exhibition and threw myself in a upside down world between dream and fantasy. Distored reality and creativity. Especially liked Joan Miró with his childish influence and shapes influenced by biomorphism. The childish always strike me. I also got really pulled into the fact that ART and art movements influenced society so much more in the old days. The societies of 20s/30s seem slightly more intellectual, seeking to still their hunger more than us. Or at least the elite, intellectual, artistic group of individuals. During that time they used surrealist images from then contemporary artists as magazine covers for Vogue and Harpers. Today if there was modern art on magazine covers it would only be for niche alternative art review magazines. Fashion has moved away from art, and become more business. This of course, we all know, lazying ourselves with cheap entertainment from Hello! and other gossip magazines. There is no use to contemplate anymore. To read the novels of the great writers. To break boundaries and truly individualize. Sometimes I feel like culture permeates our daily life less and less... or perhaps today's culture is altered. Now is consumerist culture. Now is the brainless time.
Hot Chip's song "Boy from School". I could start dancing here and now. I'm so happy. Really enjoy being by myself. Walking, looking, thinking and of course eating. Tonkatsu Bento takeaway outside in the sun. Barefoot and with my new book, a autobiography by Elsa Schiaparelli (one of leading fashion designers of the 20s and 30s).
That was written on my diary. Now I'm sleepy. Went to bed rather late last night (4am), due to a secret gig with The Kooks at Proud where we fought inside a moshpit. Rock overdose, as we continued to Koko. What a marvellous venue though. A old theatre, they ripped away the chairs, and now it's a big open space with lots of floors and balconies and the biggest disco lamp ever. "Young Folks" (Peter, Björn & John) was playing as we walked in. Tomorrow night I'm going to see CocoRosie. Oh the life, glorious days.
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posted by Janie at 10:46 PM
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remember vanessa's friend with the glasses that came along to koko? apparently he's into electronic music and composes his own stuff, so check out his profile on myspace, think you might like it. he's also playing on the 31st april in liverpool street...
better go freshen up now!
A MUSHY PUUUUSS for you from me X
p.s. you must listen to 'junior boys'
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