perfume for winter
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yamamanama36 days until the vernal equinox
Even photographs of musical instruments were forbidden in Iran.
There are three exhibitions of self-portraits, some of the museum’s collection, some that aren’t on view for another few weeks, and some on polaroid.
Francesco Clemente - from Two Garlands
A series of 100 works.
Willie Cole - Man Spirit Mask
A photoetching of the artist’s face, altered to be perfectly symmetric. Steam vents from an iron evoke slave branding, African ritual cicatrices and tattoos, the arrangement of bodies in a slave ship. The scorch mark of the iron. Silkscreen and lemon juice. A scorch on top of the image of a scorch. A photograph of the iron as a mask. The photo of the man behind it is upside down and that’s an aesthetic rather than symbolic choice.
Koo Kyung Sook
inkjet print made from impressions of the artist’s body covered in bubble wrap.
Also by Koo Kyung Sook
Glenn Ligon - Runaways
Made in the style of antebellum advertisements demanding the return of a runaway slave.
(image not found)
John Graham - Self-Portrait.
I can find self-portraits, I just can't find that specific one.
Cobi Moules
Depicts his transitioning
Robert Rauschenberg
This is the one time Autocorrect has been actually helpful and I was bewildered.
X-rays and an astrological chart of the year 1967. The images tell us nothing of the man.
Michael Mazur Mother’s Boy 41 and 89
I had squid pik pow, which is stir-fried squid, bell pepper, onion, and scallion in a chile sauce.
I was first in the line because I keep thinking it's going to take me longer to get my food, take me longer to walk from the museum to Pho and I, and keep thinking it's going to take longer to eat my food.
Gabriella thinks that Poseidon would be the god of horses because sometimes waves crashing against rocks look a bit equine.
Hades was the god of the underworld and the dead and wealth, and that makes sense.
Ishtar was the goddess of love and goddess of war.
Gabriella had earrings of dull silver and jade green.
The recititaves were removed and replaced by some narration, which cuts things down a whole 20 minutes.
The actual role for Idamante was a castrato and he was rewritten to be a tenor. Here, he’s played by a woman. She's been playing a lot of trouser roles.
The thing is Agamemnon, brother-in-law of Helen and father of Orestes and Elektra, was murdered by Clytemnestra, his wife and sister of Helen, and her lover Aegisthus, because Agamemnon sacrificed Iphigenia so he could send his ships to fight in the Trojan War, and then when he came home, he took Cassandra as spoils. Orestes is hounded by the Erinyes and kills himself, while Elektra got off a bit easier and merely went into exile in Crete. There’s a myth where Orestes is put on trial and Apollo argues that a human is only the offspring of his father, while a woman is a mere incubator for that seed.
There’s a 19th century Russian opera about this.
Ilia, daughter of King Priam of Troy and apparently made up for the opera, is a captive of King Idomeneus of Crete. Idamantes, the king’s son, is in love with Ilia in secret. Electra also has a thing for Idamantes.
Idamantes releases all Trojan prisoners but says that he himself is captive of Ilia’s heart. Arbaces, the king’s advisor, brings the news that the fleet was shipwrecked. The sailors make their way to shore and Idomeneo, in gratitude to Poseidon, god of the sea, horses, and earthquakes, offers to sacrifice the first man he sees, which turns out to be his son. Idomeneo is like “uhh” and looks for another way to make Poseidon happy. They call him Neptune, his Latin name here. Idomeneo sends Idamante away. The stage is cast in a beryline glow and a sea monster appears offstage. Idomeneo blames himself but will not sacrifice an innocent victim. Idamante slays the sea monster, learns what is going on, and offers to be sacrificed to keep the people of Crete safe. An oracle of Neptune tells him to abdicate the throne and have Idamante and Ilia rule in his stead. Electra waves a knife around menacingly and then storms offstage.
Someone said it was closer to Monteverdi in subject matter and in style.
Idomeneo's jacket reminds me of Gehn’s, although it’s not quite the same, and he wears a circlet of gold.
Arbace wears a cloak clasped with a serpent brooch.
The gran sacerdote, which is just a Latinate word meaning high priest, has a gold robe.
The conductor has traveled extensively, including being the first American to conduct the Kazakhstan State Opera.
I don’t really know that much about Kazakhstan, aside from Astana (I’m calling it Astana, damn it. It has changed names four times in my lifetime. A personality cult and not megalomania was responsible for the most recent) looking like something in Star Wars, and that it, like pre-revolutionary Kyrgyzstan, is a bit more grounded as far as tyrannical despotates go.
Chelsea was looking at my sketchbook while I had it open. I said “wait a minute” when I saw the other drawing of Chelsea but no, they’re different people. This Chelsea doesn’t wear glasses and I asked if she was an artist and she says that she’s merely a makeup artist. They’re both studying criminal justice, though.
burning question: What are the odds that none of the images would fail to upload?
Even photographs of musical instruments were forbidden in Iran.
There are three exhibitions of self-portraits, some of the museum’s collection, some that aren’t on view for another few weeks, and some on polaroid.
Francesco Clemente - from Two Garlands
A series of 100 works.
Willie Cole - Man Spirit Mask
A photoetching of the artist’s face, altered to be perfectly symmetric. Steam vents from an iron evoke slave branding, African ritual cicatrices and tattoos, the arrangement of bodies in a slave ship. The scorch mark of the iron. Silkscreen and lemon juice. A scorch on top of the image of a scorch. A photograph of the iron as a mask. The photo of the man behind it is upside down and that’s an aesthetic rather than symbolic choice.
Koo Kyung Sook
inkjet print made from impressions of the artist’s body covered in bubble wrap.
Also by Koo Kyung Sook
Glenn Ligon - Runaways
Made in the style of antebellum advertisements demanding the return of a runaway slave.
(image not found)
John Graham - Self-Portrait.
I can find self-portraits, I just can't find that specific one.
Cobi Moules
Depicts his transitioning
Robert Rauschenberg
This is the one time Autocorrect has been actually helpful and I was bewildered.
X-rays and an astrological chart of the year 1967. The images tell us nothing of the man.
Michael Mazur Mother’s Boy 41 and 89
I had squid pik pow, which is stir-fried squid, bell pepper, onion, and scallion in a chile sauce.
I was first in the line because I keep thinking it's going to take me longer to get my food, take me longer to walk from the museum to Pho and I, and keep thinking it's going to take longer to eat my food.
Gabriella thinks that Poseidon would be the god of horses because sometimes waves crashing against rocks look a bit equine.
Hades was the god of the underworld and the dead and wealth, and that makes sense.
Ishtar was the goddess of love and goddess of war.
Gabriella had earrings of dull silver and jade green.
The recititaves were removed and replaced by some narration, which cuts things down a whole 20 minutes.
The actual role for Idamante was a castrato and he was rewritten to be a tenor. Here, he’s played by a woman. She's been playing a lot of trouser roles.
The thing is Agamemnon, brother-in-law of Helen and father of Orestes and Elektra, was murdered by Clytemnestra, his wife and sister of Helen, and her lover Aegisthus, because Agamemnon sacrificed Iphigenia so he could send his ships to fight in the Trojan War, and then when he came home, he took Cassandra as spoils. Orestes is hounded by the Erinyes and kills himself, while Elektra got off a bit easier and merely went into exile in Crete. There’s a myth where Orestes is put on trial and Apollo argues that a human is only the offspring of his father, while a woman is a mere incubator for that seed.
There’s a 19th century Russian opera about this.
Ilia, daughter of King Priam of Troy and apparently made up for the opera, is a captive of King Idomeneus of Crete. Idamantes, the king’s son, is in love with Ilia in secret. Electra also has a thing for Idamantes.
Idamantes releases all Trojan prisoners but says that he himself is captive of Ilia’s heart. Arbaces, the king’s advisor, brings the news that the fleet was shipwrecked. The sailors make their way to shore and Idomeneo, in gratitude to Poseidon, god of the sea, horses, and earthquakes, offers to sacrifice the first man he sees, which turns out to be his son. Idomeneo is like “uhh” and looks for another way to make Poseidon happy. They call him Neptune, his Latin name here. Idomeneo sends Idamante away. The stage is cast in a beryline glow and a sea monster appears offstage. Idomeneo blames himself but will not sacrifice an innocent victim. Idamante slays the sea monster, learns what is going on, and offers to be sacrificed to keep the people of Crete safe. An oracle of Neptune tells him to abdicate the throne and have Idamante and Ilia rule in his stead. Electra waves a knife around menacingly and then storms offstage.
Someone said it was closer to Monteverdi in subject matter and in style.
Idomeneo's jacket reminds me of Gehn’s, although it’s not quite the same, and he wears a circlet of gold.
Arbace wears a cloak clasped with a serpent brooch.
The gran sacerdote, which is just a Latinate word meaning high priest, has a gold robe.
The conductor has traveled extensively, including being the first American to conduct the Kazakhstan State Opera.
I don’t really know that much about Kazakhstan, aside from Astana (I’m calling it Astana, damn it. It has changed names four times in my lifetime. A personality cult and not megalomania was responsible for the most recent) looking like something in Star Wars, and that it, like pre-revolutionary Kyrgyzstan, is a bit more grounded as far as tyrannical despotates go.
Chelsea was looking at my sketchbook while I had it open. I said “wait a minute” when I saw the other drawing of Chelsea but no, they’re different people. This Chelsea doesn’t wear glasses and I asked if she was an artist and she says that she’s merely a makeup artist. They’re both studying criminal justice, though.
burning question: What are the odds that none of the images would fail to upload?
