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For @oldbathos, @garymcvey, @arahant, and @bossmongo. With apologies to those depicted, and art as a concept. Preview Open
Do you have children or grandchildren in grades 3-12? First Lady Melania Trump is inviting them to submit their original artwork in celebration of 100 years of American women having the right to vote, and in remembrance of the long decades of hard work leading up to the ratification of the 19th Amendment. The deadline […]
I won’t pretend that I have a singularly unique quarantine story, or even one anywhere near the hardest. Life could be much, much worse and I am supremely grateful, above all else, that I got a choice in how this happened. When my university decided to move online, a few days after Yale and Columbia began demanding that their exchange students return and we had the first two confirmed coronavirus cases on our campus, my parents began making plans for me to come home before it became impossible. I said no. There were still exams I had to sit in May, I said, and there was no way I was going to be able to study with everyone home, or take my last three weeks of classes over Zoom with our unstable internet connection. One of my classes had yet to go online, and I didn’t want to leave and miss a tutorial. Flight prices were going to skyrocket. And these were all true enough, especially the excuse about exams, but I stayed mostly to keep my family safe.
This was the first winter and spring in all I could remember that my dad hadn’t caught pneumonia, hadn’t ended up with an inhaler or at the ER, struggling to breathe. So I, who had almost definitely been exposed to the virus on campus, and if not there in our university’s city at large, was going to make a long train trip and go through two airports, one that had been host to thousands of Americans on the continent from heavily infected countries escaping while they still had time, to come home? To potentially kill or do irreparable harm someone I loved? Hell. No.
The freedom of artistic expression is one of the most taken-for-granted freedoms we have. It allows society to benchmark its pain or its pleasure throughout time. Therefore, one of the hallmarks of a great society is its art. But art is a dangerous, passionate expression. Throughout history art has defied regimes, begun revolutions, and changed […]
Sometimes the best thing that can happen to an inventor is for him to be ignored.
Take for example German archery enthusiast Jörg Sprave. He pitched his bow designs to manufacturers for years. None purchased his plans. But Sprave did not idly wait for broader success. He continued to iterate until building something he wished he had thought of years ago.
“Stay Crunchy” by Ronald Jenkees is not a sort of music I often listen to. But it fascinates me, every time. Perhaps that is partly because it represents a creative process with which I am familiar: repetition. Preview Open
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My father provides ideas for stories from time to time, or the core of the tale itself, upon occasion. Beyond the similarity of our speaking voices, our storytelling and argumentation resonate harmoniously, making for easy writing. The nub of this tale starts with an email from the senior Colonel, in which he offered two images of heat: a blacksmith and an angel standing on the sun. This prompted reflections on people working with heat to create things.
My father grew up in the countryside, outside of Philadelphia. Sure enough, in the 1940s there was still a blacksmith in the community. The blacksmith has lived on in my father’s childhood memories, like the inquisitive postmistress, and his favorite childhood toy. Blacksmiths create things both practical and aesthetically pleasing through the application of so much heat that iron or steel becomes malleable. For some great pictures and description of the process, you should read Scott Wilmot’s “Homesteading: 3 Days of Blacksmithing.” Blacksmiths work in close proximity to extreme heat and can only create with metal heated to such a temperature as could inflict devastating injuries in case of accidental contact.
This ad leading to the topic was spotted on a facebook trading site. The craft? artform? is easy to ask about on your favorite internet self-education source so I won’t link to anything but the term to use is “Reborn Babies.” Odd that it’s well-established but I never ran across it and I’m not […]
If a crucifix doesn’t interest you, then imagine that this cross is a memorial of some other person, place, or idea which is precious to you and relevant to many. It could be a symbol of American history and freedom. It could be a testament to your ancestors. And so on. If you found such […]
Ask an academic preservationist why Penn Station‘s demolition was a tragedy, and most will have no answer. A few may quibble with the premise. The cleverer among them might say, “Because New Yorkers didn’t want it to be destroyed.” But pose the natural question, “Why didn’t New Yorkers want it to be destroyed?” and the […]
The number of documentaries one can watch on YouTube for free is staggering, including some of the classic art documentaries the BBC released between 1969 and 1980. The impetus for finding them online was the news that a new Civilisations (yes, the English spelling) series was being released, and as this YouTube comment relates, it’s […]
Sister Wendy Beckett, the reclusive, charming, surprisingly down-to-earth Carmelite nun, has died at the age of 88. She became an unlikely television star in the 1990s as a result of her natural screen presence, her love of art, her ability to convey the humanity in everything she saw to others, and yes, her marvelous teeth. (I’m sure she must have had pet rabbits, I’m never wrong about that.). Obituaries abound, but I think this is a particularly nice one.
“God never sends suffering. Never. It is never ‘God’s will’ that we should suffer. God would like us not to suffer. But since the world brings suffering, and since God refuses to use His almighty power and treat us as foolish children, He aligns Himself with us, goes into Auschwitz with us, is devastated by 9/11 with us, and draws us with Him through it all into fulfillment. This is a high price to pay for our human freedom, but it is worth it. To be mere automatons for whom God arranges the world to cause us no suffering would mean we never have a self. We could not make choices.” — Sister Wendy Beckett
Jeff Koons Plays for Dough The war against the First Amendment has many fronts. It’s become clear our right to freely express ourselves is being smothered by those who control the means of our communications. This stifling may have been subtle in the past, but no longer. Preview Open
Chloé Valdary, (The Wall Street Journal, The New York Times, The Atlantic) freelance writer and deep thinker, talks with Bridget about dealing with Imposter Syndrome, the death of art, why revolution is easier than governance and the three things she learned from Bret Stephens. Chloé and Bridget discuss their shared desire to see all humans flourish while they analyze the joy that being snarky can bring. Don’t miss their fascinating takes on intersectionality, astrology and why dudes want to fight – always. Be sure to read Chloé’s fabulous piece on intersectionality – Whiteness is Blackness and Blackness is Whiteness.
There’s a lot of enthusiasm for the Gosnell movie right now, which is understandable: it’s a message movie that resonates with this community on a subject that has been covered up. It’s also got a Ricochet connection in Klavan. I was feeling encouraged to see it, until someone posted a trailer in another thread. Please […]
Art does not reproduce the visible; rather, it makes visible. Paul Klee Madeline L’Engle said something similar. Art brings beauty out of chaos. Preview Open
L’art pour l’art est un vain mot. L’art pour le vrai, l’art pour le beau et le bon, voilà la religion que je cherche…—Amantine-Lucile-Aurore Dupin (Pen name: George Sand) in a letter to Alexandre Saint-Jean, (19 April 1872) Art for the sake of art itself is an idle sentence. Art for the sake of truth, […]
I don’t know art. I’m not even sure I know what I like. But the simple fact that I don’t understand it is reason enough to study the matter. This past month I had the opportunity to visit Barcelona. While I was there I went through the Picasso museum. If you’re looking for the elusive dividing line between art and supercilious nonsense Picasso is a good man to study.
This was painted by Picasso at age 14. This? This is clearly art, and good art too. A photograph tells you what a guy looks like. A portrait does that, but (if it’s executed well) it tells you something about the subject’s character. This guy has had a hard life. He’s not to impressed with anything anymore, or anyone, especially this punk kid painting his picture.