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Macabre vision.

Design performed in principle on white paper, A4 frabriano, lightweight.
Pencil HB and 3B. China with a pen for drawing, with the writing brush.
To draw in size in little 'more decent, do me a favor and go HERE.


Kyo and Dirui thank for the inspiration for this design, both for the atmosphere, is similar to the vague outlines.
said, and after essermela pulled enough to spit this design, we go to the 'when'.
Yes, because every so often suffer from insomnia, as you can see, quite useful.
I performed last night at half past midnight, in the space of ten minutes, without any erasure or correction.
are satisfied. Not so much the result, given that so well, I think you could do better, but more in the fact that if the cursed and long-awaited inspiration came.
Why, for the uninitiated, as a rule do Very few drawings of my mold. Indeed, we say never.
are usually copied photos or things like that. Every time I try to put myself to draw in front of a white sheet, attack, and after two erasures me stark mad and throw it all away with a lot of bestemmione.
And then I do not want to know about touch white sheet for a month and a half.
So I say thanks again to the group, because they make me do certain things, let's face it, is not a trivial matter.
Then the result, I leave you to judge.
If you do not understand it, now I have nothing to tell relevante, in fact, with my head I'm little.






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Today I experienced one of those experiences that I'm sure that has ever happened at all.
Déjà vu. I happen quite often in straight lines, usually are all things that I think I have already lived long before, usually it is many, many years (like the professors of science explained to us that the average cell shape plant tissue, nothing short of remarkable.)
This time it was a phrase that in the time-I think it is more or less 6 years ago-I thought ... really cruel.
'... want to see suffering people dear to me'.
Now I would like to congratulate the person who explained these words, because he had the rare ability (by normal people, that is) to let a moment of breath.
And in addition to this, there was a name. A name at that time I let slip a nice, 'Well, is this what the fuck you want?'.
Maybe now has a meaning, though it may be forced as a theory, but I like this because I like the feeling that Codest character has a value.
not scientific in the sense of a person made of flesh, blood and bones, that everyone has, who also holds his hand. A value for what it represents, say.
Ok, in the end I do not think you care nothing until I tell you how to-where-when-why and above all who. Well, then do not tell you!
move on.
The other day I found myself thinking about music (because, if aesthetics is not music, and if no music is psyche).
the value of music that we happen to hand in our times. Is specified: at hand.
mean then that music that is proposed to us when we turn on the TV or the radio, which in most cases, it is terrible. From every point of view. Voice, text, tools (when there are, because even those are dying).
I mean, the maximum depth of a text is found in someone who tells you it's sad because, poor thing, she has left. Ommioddiosantissimo what a tragedy, really, I can not imagine anything worse!
You guys really expensive, I need to explain where is the beauty of it all.
Of these 'singers' who can not play and write texts of these 'musicians' who can not handle a tool, much less write. Where you see the skill?
You are only concerned with a chorus or a 'melody' pretty catchy and easy to learn (not to say trivial and obvious), you can hum while walking down the street.
Who cares if a melody is empty, if words are meaningless.
this saddens me, because I'll give it a value to the music ', and I think he has far too, but you are sending in disgrace even the greatest of the arts.
And then go to that country because, as Oscar Wilde said, superficiality is the worst of vices.
And I close here, because I'm in a foul mood, as I discovered that I and the concept of peace-peace that I coveted two poles are affixed.
And someone will say: 'Oh, finally you noticed!'.
Yes, what can I say, I have my times for all ~






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Dozing blue.

I know, you're thinking the song you do not give a damn, you can also do without it starting. But no, because as you want to read this blog, you also want to press the 'play' of the player. is an integral part of the blog, and no less important, indeed.
Next! Move!
Bravo.
However, what can I say? Now that school has started and we are all depressed and mangled. Eh, why it is so, but we do not give a damn, why do not you want to talk about here.
Today I propose an artist. Why this huge book browsing at the Venice Biennale, of things worth noting there are, and since the last time, instead of talking about the show, I spoke of those elements that attend the shows, I'd say it ; to remedy the case.
Last time I also specified that are not the kind of person who speaks of visual art, because I prefer the silence of this type.
Not for nothing, now I will propose that an artist does not just visual art, or at least, not traditionally understood
Her name is Yoko Ono (matuguardachestranoun'altragiapponese ...), which in fact you had proposed at the end of the previous blog, but I do not think actually, if someone is spun. In fact, you just thought 'this is stupid'. Well, I'm glad! This dear
ragazzuola (so to say given the age), was born in Tokyo (Japan) in 1933. Lives and works in New York, USA. What
of Ono is nothing short of original work, which has led it to establish itself in the vanguard and experimental art for the past 50 years.
His instruments of art in fact, not as one might think of an artist, brushes, colors, and things like that.
No, absolutely not, she uses the word as a primary, forcing what is the traditional, and also the material.
His strong point in fact, are those which she called 'Istruction pieces'.
What the hell are they? They are simple (?) 'Instructions' typed-first Japanese, then translated into English-arranged in the same way that you install a traditional painting.
of Ono's work is not in the aesthetics of these 'Istruction pieces', but in its meaning.
spettatole They force him - or rather, the reader-to strain the imagination, to create a new conceptual space, another conception of art, a work of self-realization.
The player will continue, through his imagination and atraverso all that is suggested by the instructions of Ono, his work, using only that material that is ephemeral and malleable human perception.
so doing, created a tradition of artistic and philosophical concepts.
I show you now, some of these instructions, in English, because I find that the effect and what the word refers to the imagination, has a very different impact than the Italian.
Then if you do not understand a shit, is un altro discorso.



 

City piece I

Find a spot that is comfortable for you.
Keep the spot clean.
Think about the spot when you are away

Y.O. 1996



Painting to exist only when it's
copied or photographed

Let people cory or photograph your
Paintings.
Destroy the originals.

1994 Spring



Painting to see the skies.

Drill two holes into a canvas.
Hang it where you can see the sky.
(Change the place of hanging.
Try Both the front and the rear
Windows, to see if the skies are
Differents.)

1961 Summer



Walking piece

Walk in the footsteps of the person in front
.
1. On the ground
2. In mud
3. In snow
4. On ice
5. In water
Try not to make sounds.

YO Sping 1964

You think it's a stupid thing?
Well, you have an imagination to say the least painful.

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Making worlds.

Bonsoir monde.
Yeah I know, there are at least two days that do not 'signs of life, well, I've told the alvevo that this blog would not have been lying in a bed of roses for ever. No okay, actually I have other projects, which are quite concentrated, so I'm not going to think of something else.
Yet, today I did. Yes, because today I went to see the Gardens of the Biennale di Venezia.
Because I had already visited Corderie Arsenal a few months ago, I thought to go see the gardens as a pleasant memory I wore the other shows.
However, the company was different: this time In fact, I was sadly accompanied my parents, so I can say that I have not fully enjoyed the show. Last time, however, have been accompanied by my uncles Dutch, including my uncle's art critic, so you can imagine that its actions were pleasant and well placed.
However, I am not here to tell you about this, not exactly.
I wanted to talk about the so-called 'mates show'.
I'm sure that anyone who took part in an artistic event of this kind and refined sense of observation, he knows what kind of characters I am dedicated.
will be absurd to say, but those are people with whom you seem to have a history of the same duration of an emotion caused by work.
Those who accompany you silently, unconsciously or not, during the very elegant experiments which are the art exhibitions.
I can assure you that the best people I've addocchiati to these events: when they take part, to understand how you feel with just one - albeit invasive-looking, what the mind of your partner shows are composing.
do not need many words in fact, I do not ever use in fact, during these occasions.
It seems like a waste of silence to say the least intellectual.
art, beauty, music, are those species that need their silence intelligent, in fact.
However, in my case, the fellow shows were three. Leave from the less interesting.
Companion # 1: The guy who understands the art there shit.
features: blond hair, fairly short, straight and shaggy, blue eyes, very nice and comfortable clothing, complete with a classic backpack tourists. Nationality unknown, probably Danish.
equipment: a face that was all a program.
A boy. We're talking about a guy. A boy who could not understand his art a cock, or maybe you could tell us too, but it certainly was not willing to express this complex his understanding, if not by some movement of facial muscles.
I met him in three specific locations: Hall of Canada, Paglione Egypt, Hall of Denmark.
Del Hall of Canada, not to know which fantasy artist Ostrogoths, were projected on a dark wall, a video of some people who skated in an ice rink that was made space in a patently American city die; the whole was characterized by boredom indescribable to say the least.
But apparently, this guy from unknown nationality, did not think exactly like me. In fact, he, he was happily placed in front of that wall and that silly movie, with a smile that I really can not describe. Throughout the time that I turned for the pavilion, he did not look away from the screen, and when riappoggiai eyes on him, he still had that stupid smile on his face. Needless to say, finding myself in front of the show this innocence, I could not smile back.
then I met him outside the other two pavilions overwritten, lying in the most bizarre, to observe points not yet well defined, and still showing off those smiles mongoloid child.
In fact, I have yet to figure out if it is actually used to do smosfie of this kind, or if he was thinking of something funny.
Companion # 2: The reckless photographer.
Features: another boy suspected of nationality. Blond hair, rather long, straight and not too much care. Blue eyes, serious face, slender body covered with dark clothes and pretty comfortable.
equipment: an SLR-sized indescribable.
A boy. Let's talk about another guy. That kind of person that if it gives all his time on a photosensitive film, food grade does not have air to fill the lungs.
I met him directly in 2 places: the Danish pavilion, the pavilion in Japan.
In Hall of Denmark, rotrovai in front of me, just a door wide, yes and no, one and a half. He had the inherent accuracy to place themselves exactly in the middle, with the camera already in the line of the eyes, ready to shoot the imaginative work of the artist in front of him. The problem was this: "the dear boy, had been kind enough to place them precisely in the middle of a door step, with the elbows extended when it was humanly possible, and then found a herd of people around who were trying to pass to go in ' other room.
All the others, obviously very willing to wait for our fearless photographer did his pigs are comfortable, they went away impatiently, while I, not being too high, I lowered it slightly and crept silently to the other room, turning then to look at that person.
After a few seconds I stared at him, the boy snapped his photo so sweaty, and turned with the usual cold and serious face.
But one thing betrayed him: he was smiling with his eyes.
I met him again in the Japan pavilion. Well, more or less outside of the pavilion in Japan in fact.
I was quietly coming out of the Hall of North Korea, when, lifting up a bit 'look, I saw our fearless photographer skillfully climbed the wall of the pavilion unusual in Japan, still with his camera to the eye line. I was staring at a large handful of second-during which all driving me since I had carefully positioned at the center of the pavilion, but I do not fragata more -so, and he certainly did not disappoint my expectations: it shows a series of stunts that went past the boy smile Boeotian described above.
course, must have been quite happy with the prospect that the original had been found to be up there.
Companion # 3: the modern dandy.
Physical characteristics: nationality still suspected, probably English. A man of fairly advanced age. Dressed very elegantly with a black suit, a hat the same color, and white hair, carefully cut and arranged. Looking concerned, aesthetics, certainly. Goggles round lens, with very thin frame.
equipment: an iphone.
I met him almost everywhere, was the companion exhibition to excellence.
This man aroused my curiosity right now, because the clothing so nice, elegant and poetic, and the air that he drew back. It was the sort of man who exercised a fascination not just, or ERDF will be me that I had just finished reading Oscar Wilde. He peered closer look
with each work, he same time, but did not open his mouth.
The interesting scene took place in the Germany pavilion.
In fact, in my opinion, it was really fucked up of epic proportions. A cluster of treated wood placed on mo 'kitchen, with a single detail: a stuffed cat resting on top of one of those tall furniture. It will be that the dandy
liked the cat, is that he has grasped something that I have missed: extracted from the breast pocket of his jacket and bright with a clear iphone concentration on his face he took a picture of that cat with the newspaper how in the mouth. Evidently
that element must have really hit, since it was not certain what kind of person to fill the film of a camera with photos of works.
Or simply found it tacky to say the least.
enough, I concluded. Au revoir.

PIECE SUN

WATCH THE SUN UNTIL IT Becomes
SQUARE
1962 WINTER

Yoko Ono
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Something incorporeal.

'Creed is the kind of person who has an immense charm in the eyes of the world.
is as if walking on two feet above the ground.
Can you see them, you can touch, but I could never have it in hand.
the classical ideal of beauty is elusive. The goal
unattainable because it adds interest.
can slip away at any moment, always has one more resource.
He goes out of your life with the same elegance with which you have invaded my mind.
And you can not prevail in the face of everything '.

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Aesthetic violence.

EMH, yes, prejudice.
Ok I'll be honest, it forced a blog, I have not the faintest idea what to write.
But before you start to shoot my menate day, I would let you know that is not this blog he'll be lying on a bed of roses for long. In the sense that probably I will finish short of the update each day (due to school), and even put pictures (because little time to make).
Then, just to be in terms of aesthetics (yet? Yes.), And music, today I put the ball in Versailles, but you probably already deduced from the title.
Yesterday I happened to read around the blogs goodbye to Jasmine You, who for the uninitiated, died Aug. 9 of this year.
Maybe I should not do that, we had already been quite dry when I heard the news, however, is been nothing short of moving.
has been described by everyone as a person of good-hearted, helpful and cheerful, and also as a senpai by whom he had much to learn. What can I say, you could do un'appello, like 'Uncle God, if sacrifice Gigi D'Alessio give me back the bass player of a group that deserves to live, please?'.
Anyway, speaking of the group, I stumbled into some ideal definition to describe the work they were doing, the project that they brought forward some five years, "the absolute beauty of form, sound and extreme aestheticism."
Needless to say, when I read this sentence, I was enchanted, not rest here to explain the reasons.
The gist of what? I hope you recover from this loss, and further pursuing the project with which You had created for him and for the fans, and of course for themselves, because really, they were doing a job that define 'excellent' is to say little.

And I have not talked about my cock. Come on, who cares.
I realized watching even older blog and photos, in fact, this space seems to my humble tribute to a Marlboro. Bha
, I should have paid with all the publicity that I ~

~ Rest in Peace, Jasmine You "~
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Decadent aesthetics.

' Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt and, moreover, no charm. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are learned. For them there is hope.

[...] The only justification for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.
art, all is perfectly useless. '

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891) - Preface.

Yeah, I'm re-reading (yes, again) The Portrait of Dorian Gray.
Why? Well because, I needed to vent my anguish aesthetic somewhere, and I think that there is no better way to read such a book, and make '(useless) art.
I think simply calling it a 'book' is beautiful and good offense. At least let us say, a good book, just to stay on topic.
have described as a 'celebration of beauty', and I think that as a definition enough.
not read it, I mean really, do not read it. All this dandyism kill you if you're not psychologically ready, and difficult to be psychologically ready to paradoxes such as those of Wilde.
However, I must say that this book makes you understand something. First of all, and good ones too sentimental, not going anywhere. Second, people exceedingly nice, fall in love so much of themselves, to end up victims of their own beauty. And third, the only one that survives is the cynical and immoral with a good dose of charm.
is not very encouraging as' moral'(?), know. I do not think the author's purpose was to write a novel encouraging, indeed. And as usual decadence and disgrace, with the death, had to acquire their charm.
No, I have no want to talk about my business today, if he had not understood.
I'm here with my head away to stare at the cover of the book, rather intrigued, I must say.
I just need beautiful things, and disgustingly useless ~


A cigarette is the perfect prototype of a perfect pleasure. E 'exquisite and leaves unsatisfied. What more could you want? - Oscar Wilde.

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Distorted abortion.

Mmm, day.
Ok this morning the birds sing, the mice I arrange the curtains and I have woken up Bambi slinguazzandomi face.
Aahhaha. No. I've got a knot in my stomach which prevent me from eating until 6 pm.
But I can still smoke
~ If someone had asked the reason for this strange (?) Introduction, well, you know that today I have a question. It will probably be a crap: ask me to do a head in clay and I with all my beloved calm (?) Blasphemes until the last minute for fear of not able to finish it.
No, okay, I already sick of talking about school, I'm getting the sick, but soothing to the blog. Yes
then, I'm awake from 8 half, and I think I dreamed of being kind to some Grand Finale. Anxiety makes bad jokes eh ~
must say that yesterday I felt very, like, teen rocker type: T-shirt of a group, all star, shoulder bag, stoned, and butt. It was a strange sensation, and the Cronan, no, I do not always go out in certain conditions.
Okay, I'm here because I got out of Gongolo mind all that I had to write, so you notice? I
say, not that you would have missed this great bendiddio, but in short, would be something right?
What can I say, actually has more value than what you do not say what I say.
So what the hell do I write? Ehhhh, who knows, we are asking all the ~

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Strained silver.

Oh no. What the fuck. If you have touched upon the idea to pause and start the song, back up and squeeze play. NOW, rude.
intrippante is, really. I think that we wake up in the morning with this song. In the summer of course, I do not think I could afford when I go to school because we say that has not exactly sound that helps to open their eyes and realize that you're in the world, indeed .
However, I am challenging my desire to do anything. Yesterday I spent two long hours with their sights set on the board of architectural drawing the wall of an apartment, and I think I ever need a cornea transplant, after that. And today, I'll do the damn 10 minutes away and fight against the summer heat to get the tobacco that falls to me, because it is very sad to wake up and not smoke a cigarette, really.
I think I'll finish reading books on Zen, ie, I finish what I bought and then I'm done with the Zen. Do not ask me why, I have not yet understood. Here, I think the previous sentence says it all, why get up on the middle finger toward Zen: I spin 'the art of speech, and I do not like at all. I think I'll rather
to get a book of Wilde, at least I feel that aesthetics wasters happens, dear old Oscar Wilde.
Ah, I would like to point out one thing: it is finally finished in August. Finally. Wait, I repeat if you have not understood, finally.
Because honestly, with all the bad luck that it rained from the sky for a month, missing only told me that, say, that they were going to pussy Hizumi the vocal cords. But we must also say that in all quell'aglomerato of bad luck, a pleasure August-sama made me: An Cafe are on hiatsu. I apologize in advance if there are any fans who are reading, but I am enjoying as a hedgehog.
Just that I do not do the scherzone to check with other relief groups in the meantime, it would be five times more than he could be so heartbreaking to see the face of Miku and the other four guys.
Ah, today I present my fur ball, who is ill to write comment. Again. Being a cross with a Persian Rogne has all that a cat can have, such as an endless series of eye problems. We are all here hoping that the problem can be solved without (a third, or fourth, now I'm even count) operation.
find it there, between the silly pictures and municipalities.

Street, for today I finished the blather, au revoir.

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