Tagged by murmurami
1) What’s your name? alick
2) When is your birthday? nov 23
3) Where are you from? everywhere and nowhere
4) Have a crush? i feel like i fall in love with someone new everyday hahahahaha
5) What’s your favourite colour? seafoam green
6) Write something in caps? WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT
7) Got a favourite band? none really but i find myself going back to frank ocean a lot
8) Favourite number? 3
9) Favourite drink? ice cold water is always good
10) Tag ten people? i don’t have anyone to tag on tumblr :(
I never violate an inner rhythm. I loathe to force anything. I don’t know if the inner rhythm is Eastern or Western. I know it is essential for me. I listen to it and I stay with it. I have always been this way. I have regard for the inner voice
We are going to spend all summer looking at this thing, one piece of paper or canvas at a time. And we are going to work at it until we get it exactly the way it is . Then we are going to keep looking at it until we have killed it. Then we are all going to keep working on it until we bring it back on its own.
The process and content of self-disclosure in art is an esthetic which has been all but forgotten in the influx of depersonalized conceptual art of the last decade. I will not contend that art concerned with the baring of the artist’s soul is by any means the only valid direction that art can take, but it was a direction taken by Abstract Expressionist painters. To me it is more than exciting to see where these sensibilities have carried a painter like my father. I find myself disturbed, fascinated, moved and repelled by this work, by the honesty and humanity of its vision in which the terrifying and ominous rub shoulders with the pathetic and comic.
Artists talk a lot about freedom. So, recalling the expression “free as a bird,” Morton Feldman went to a park one day and spent some time watching our feathered friends. When he came back, he said, “You know? They’re not free: they’re fighting over bits of food.
I’ve felt this way for a long time—for someone to ask me what is beauty—I really don’t have any idea. Trying to do what it is I want to do, I think, eliminates, or tries to eliminate, beauty as much as possible. If it comes back or it happens naturally—the way you put a coffee cup on a table … . Beauty is somehow a trail you create through your work that’s left behind like a snail leaves its ooze. Where you’re going has absolutely nothing, nothing, nothing to do with beauty.
Art comes from life. Art comes from the problem you have in seducing birds, men, snakes — anything you want. It is like a Corneille tragedy, where everybody is pursuing somebody else. You like A, and A likes D, and D likes …. Being a daughter of Voltaire and having an education in the eighteenth-century rationalist, I believe that if you work enough, the world is going to get better. If I work like a dog on all these … contraptions, I am going to get the bird I want… .
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