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Aug. 6th, 2004 @ 01:24 pm melvin gets the chop


Melvin Gets The Chop.

Mixed Media 14 x 12 inches


yez yez i'm doo lazy do post.
ascetic
Jul. 16th, 2004 @ 09:42 pm Why art is nothing more than smelly horse dung smeard around by a bunch of motherless bastards
Last night i had an interesting discussion with radhika74 on art in general. The visual kind. Fine art is a subject that gets me foaming at the mouth and pulling out my hair. I start raving, yelling and generally loosing it. I wasn't always like this though. I used to be a peaceful gallery grazer, someone who felt that there was indeed a deeper more profound community out there which i could never ever comprehend. This was waaay before I studied art formally. For 5 long years.

I don't know how much it actually improved my visual sensitivity, but what i brought back with me is a complete and intense hatred of the modern day art mafia. This ridiculous insulation of art from the general populace by the so called 'art' community is completely bogus. I never considered myself a fine artist, though heaven knows that the label could be mine too. IF i want it.

Maybe it's the art education. Maybe it's the art market. Pull out your sunday supplement and read what the critics have to say and you'll get a good picture of what i mean. IF you understand what they're saying that is.  Both the artist and the critic bury the work under so much pseudo talk that it is impossible to ever feel like you could appreciate anything that they nail on those walls. Sure, i understand that to some artists, art is spiritual, and to some intellectual. Notions such as these can hardly be explained in your everyday 'humpty dumpty' language. fine. But don't they realise that in their greed and boundless self praise they've throuwn out the people who really need them. People don't feel like they need art anymore. "Oh, i can't understand all that. I'd rather get myself that cute tibetian painting of a pussycat instead."  Great art always does something to you. It's difficult to explain, but music is a pretty good example.

In fact, in some social circles it doesn't even matter if you can or cannot appreciate art anymore, as long as you can drop names. If someone brings up contemporary indian art, be quick to say "oh i completely love the works of 'insertsomelaudanamehere' or you won't be invited to the next cocktail evening. It's fashionable to buy some famous artist's painting which generally consists of some goddamn crisscross lines just because it's got his sign on it. They wouldn't even begin to understand the context, mindframe or cause behind the work. This is when it stops being art and becomes something as banal as a conversation piece. (If you want to start a fucking conversation, why don't you just tie a goddamn buffalo in your dining room moron)

I've seen a lot of definitions of art. Loads. We were rated on how well we could define the damn thing dammit. A lot of it is pseudo intellectual nonsense. Written by some chooth FOR his peers, the general audience be damned. The closest a definiton has gotten to my personal definiton of art, I found in Scott McCloud's understanding comics. This is it folks. Nothing more nothing less.

I Like Radhika's reaction to a Pollock painting i showed her. I think the term she used was "it's so 'touch-y". Perfect. Pollock would have loved her. This is what he meant by action art. You can't explain it, but it does something to you. Leave it at that.

 I've scanned in Scott's definiton so you could see what i mean. Sorry if the quality isn't very good, but i'm afraid i'll damage the book.  Enjoy.

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Oh, and i've got another reason to curse that lice ridden art forum called CKP. I stopped by to see Nicholas Roerich's work today. The Russian government has been asking for Roerich's works for a very long time. Roerich was completely in love with this country, and CKP still houses a lot of his paintings. If you ever have the time, stop by at Chitrakala Parishad (near Hotel Ashok) and see his works. Those assholes are charging an entrance fee. (A feeble excuse of gallery maintenance) but it's just 5 bucks. In particular ask to see a rather large painting of Jesus Christ. I remember seeing that particular work some 4 years ago, and i always go back to see it. I CANNOT interpret it or expound arty metaphysics. It's just... beautiful. See it. Please. Before the russians take it back to a place it deserves. (right now it's hung on some pretty ugly walls with celotape marks and some very stupid lights.The  Paintings are peeling too.) Make sure that you completely skip the pretentious Kejriwal gallery though. Other than some brilliant stuff here and there, it's mostly elitist crap. On the other hand, visit it. You'll see what i'm ranting about.

Phew. I warned you about that foaming at the mouth bit. But you have to agree. They really are a bunch of motherless bastards.
ascetic
Jul. 15th, 2004 @ 09:01 pm give it a moment to dry








With much thanx to Save File i can finally upload my sketches and paintings. This is the tool that free LJ lacks. And the best thing is you don't have to register and stuff. straight upload. go there now.
ascetic
Jul. 10th, 2004 @ 11:24 am Remembering Alex Toth and Milo Manara
I was going through my collection today and found some work by Alex Toth. Alex Toth is one of the greatest comic artists of all time. What constantly amazes me in his work is his minimalist line and amazing compositions. Painting students can learn a thing or two on how he constructs silhouttes.

He also drew a lot of really dopey love stories. But his illustrations totally brought them to life, like NO LOVE FOR ME  (Storyline from June 11th to 17th.)

Kazaa brought me some Milo Manara erotica last night. If you have a P2P try and get your hands on: Storie Brevi or the Golden ass. You can see some manara here, but it contains some rather racy images, so view them at home. :)
ascetic
Jul. 9th, 2004 @ 10:54 pm The ones that got away
stirring stories of the greatest of winds that were passed.

stolen from this fellow here
ascetic
Jul. 9th, 2004 @ 09:52 pm Back to the decadence
Due to the tremendous fucking response to the earlier post on super bloggers, i've decided that henceforth i WILL attempt at  least one weekly decent, educational, family friendly post pseudo as they may be. why? This is because of a reputation that i seem to be rapidly gaining.  Sigh. Time has certainly gone downhill since my pre beard kamandalam days.

On a happier note, i conciously realised that I'm automatically attracted to women who wear grey t-shirts and are slightly shabby. Nirvana occured bang opposite KFC on brigade road at 16:00 today. 

and on an even happier note... my very own hot or not.

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ascetic
Jul. 8th, 2004 @ 04:14 pm do super bloggers wear undies over their pants?
: geekygeeky
How long have you been blogging? A couple of years? 6 months? If you've been doing this for a decent amount of time, you sort of start seeing behind the scenes details of the whole blogging community in general. For instance how aspects of cognition completely adapt to the new desensitized environment (I'm trying to say sensory-lessened, help me out here willya?) When you meet someone for the first time in the real world, your mind has experiential data to fall back upon. You're subconciously (sometimes very conciously) working out quick details about the person. Surface level details almost always prove correct. Sex, Age, nationality, communication abilities, sometimes sexual orientation etc etc we figure almost at once. In time, you add a lot more details to your mental database, to be used once more the next time someone new has to be analysed.

LJ being a virtual community, doesn't have much going for it sesnsorywise (?). (t'sokay... as long as you get my drift) The 2d interface and our ISPs combined make it virtually impossible to visualise a person besides through avatars, user names and journal content. Ironically, the loss of these aids is precisely what makes even the average blogger a super sensitive observer of people and what people do. Piecing together disparate data and cross referencing it with real world data is no mean feat. Yet people do this on the fly, in real time.

Bloggers are psychoanalysts. How else do you characterize a person within 6  posts. (The average number of posts read in an unfamiliar blog before you decide to bookmark it or move on.) And mostly, you have it right. This is the entire basis of 'friending' or 'adding' people to your friends list. In 6 posts the average blogger has figured out wether or not he belongs to a certain sub sect. And more often than not he's got it right. Drifters rarely retain blogs. Many people actually can't make the mark. They just can't blog. Sorta like the horse-whip indistry after someone went ahead and invented the automobile. (thats fucking inconsiderate, even for me... but it's true.)

Blogging frees you (notice i say blog VS write). Body and soul. The liberative experience of losing your body for the playground of thought cannot be experienced anywhere but here.  People, places, and events are very very real, yet you could never explain that to a layman. Space and time is entirely meaningless. Nevertheless it hardly affects a conversation on LJ. People manage multi-threaded, multi-subject, cross cultural, time delayed conversations with no effort at all. Try that in the real world and you'll see how limiting it is.

And then there are the user pictures. The normal eye would think they are utterly meaningless. But with the bloggers advanced visual language, you see a lot of what most people would miss. The pics are always in context. Sort of like graphology. They don't just communicate identity, very often they are also mirrors of mental phases, secret preferences, and unspoken views. If you ever try voicing data that you process about these pics, you loose the essence. Your (left?)brain just fills in the normal details. If you let your subconcious process it on the other hand, the kind of data you mine is amazing.

whoa. long post, and i'm as usual straying from the point again.

but as a quick end to all of this, blogging has made you super aware of people. If you try and conciously put this to work for you, in the real world... who knows what you're capable of. Let me know if you actually spotted a skill you developed because of blogging.
ascetic
Jul. 8th, 2004 @ 03:24 pm (no subject)
oh my. your'e getting me hooked onto these quiz thingies. lookee lookee what random image i am. :)


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ascetic
Jul. 7th, 2004 @ 05:41 pm (no subject)
Seems like i'm not the only one. Looks like this guy also just discovered  the merging differnces. But his is a lot happier and it has a point.
ascetic
Jul. 7th, 2004 @ 04:57 pm (no subject)
: apatheticapathetic
ah. that ought to staunch the bleeding. feel better already, not much. but slightly *snif*  Now if i weren't so stoned i'd go get me some scrambled eggs. But since i am. siigh. Maggi noodles.
ascetic