Thursday, July 3, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
...and what about "art"...so definite a term...so edged and crispy a little word..."art".
Lately, I think of art as I think of the word: God....too small a word for an endless, borderless, unimaginable process and not a "thing". God is life...life is active, organic...blah, blah, blah...you get the point.
This is why I dislike frames in big museum galleries. They strangle the process...the movement...the living flavor of the expression begun by a creator...they announce endings...and references. You've seen them. ..great masterpieces wrapped up in some horribly, ornately sculpted, golden frame, endlessly matted and shouting HERE! Who sat around thinking this is the way to show off the workings of prolific creators?! The very people that you'd think would MOST appreciate the importance of never minimalizing the artist...stamp it done and cap it's flow.
I am fully aware that some works are rather "sketchy" on canvas...and don't finish out so neatly...okay...but to tell you the truth, I'd still be FAR more fascinated viewing the frazled canvas edges as the artist left them (in motion) rather than visually challenging my perspective with a fortress of here's-where-you-should-be-looking frames!
I favor creating...not creation.
I prefer flow, not damming.
I want a sense of the cinema...not a dead movie poster.
Why do we think like this?? Does an artist even spend a nano second considering how a work might be matted...let alone framed? I think the answer is obvious....an "artist" doesn't.
People who want to "own"..."capture"..."exploit" and even just "relate" tend toward definition...closure...safe boundaries. Hmmmmm...reminds me of some religions... boundaries...confining dogma...creeds....exclusiveness...well, (another day).
Okay....clearly not realistic, but.....
I want to visit a gallery of "frameless heads on nameless walls", to quote a poignant songster. And I want to know artists who have never imagined a mat or a frame around their creation. And above all....I want to be appaled at my own thinking that in any way celebrates definitions.... the confining of a creation...yours...or your creator's. Don't name it...don't frame it!
Friday, June 20, 2008
...was having a flashback that landed me in a 66 olds with 2 of my best buds...we were too young to love Sinatra...yet...we had this 8-track tape...we'd be coming from Pen's games in Pittsburgh...fresh out of a ripping nite of pitiful losing (Pens in the 60's)...but filled to the brim with pent up frustration, and on the edge of having yelled a solid 2 hours at refs!
We'd move like a solid mass of "burgers" out of The "Igloo"(seems like it was always 2 degrees) and hunt down that Olds, as far back in the upper lot as you could be and still pay money to park! It'd take 10 long, agonizing minutes to warm that frosty, crispy seated car. We'd be reshouting the "Pen's Suck" chant and ripping on Ron Stackhouse, as I recollect...
We'd pop that Frank cart into the under-dash tape player(pretty hot for the day) and click to "That's Life"...damn...we'd sing that thing till we had no voices...none...raw...through the South Hills of Pittsburgh on the way for Pinchera's Pizza. Man...we'd sing...smacking that dashboard on the bridge.."I been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king..."
...a car of young guys who, not having a date to round out the nights, needed their hockey games...and Frank...and Pizza.
What a memory........
where are those guys...Gary....Tom...?
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
I'm a TV/Radio News junkie. I'll be "Jonesing" for Tim Russert for a long time. So will the world.
There is NO...(I don't say this recklessly) there is not one commentator in all of the "news" media out there that can come close to the all-natural authenticity of a Tim Russert interview or report.
Here's a guy with whom I would truly liked to have had a beer...more than any of our recent presidents...more than any celebrities I can bring to mind...not even the hottest babe on the planet who say's she just can't face the morrow if not wrapped in my manness!!! That's the way Tim Russert appeals to so many.........(nix the "babe" thing...Tim would understand).
Tim was your neighbor, co-worker, that guy who played on the highschool football team...he'd be "one" of the guys..."one" of the friends...not the spotlight guy.
Tim would have been "Timmy" to friends...you'd like him so much, even though your parents did too!...
Tim was a guy we needed...not just liked, and admired...we needed him in this time. We needed a voice for you and me...for Buffalo and Pittsburgh, for Newark and Cleveland, for Detorit and Wheeling...we needed a regular guy who leads with his smarts and his tenacity...but doesn't intimidate or condescend with them...Tim.
I was blown away, just like you were...who will step up now...not "dress" up...not"act" up...drive up...jump up...or claw up........who will simply "step" in and be the real thing...with the real picture...with the tough questions...and the persistence to get to the truth.
Tim? ...We didn't get to say how important you are to us. We just didn't think you'd up and leave just like that...at the bureau...at work...I mean, had you spent a little time in the hospital...out of the picture...you know, a little heads up...but nOOOOOoooooooo....not Timmy...
..and who'd expect different?...The tireless media warrior...goes down on the field...lest we would be able to decorate him in life.
We love you Tim Russert. You are a candle in the wind. We take heart in the fact that your media associates admire you too , and will strive harder to win our trust and faith in a world that desperately needs both.