Pursuing praxis

June 13, 2008

Reverse apropos: update

Filed under: Art, Travel

Turns out it’s convenient to walk between the Dept. of Justice and the IRS buildings on my way to the natural history museum. Apart from being very large (and reminding me of the giant government buildings surrounding Tiananmen Square), these buildings aren’t hugely remarkable, for their neoclassicism. I mean they’re fancy and tall and a full city block in size, with lots of columns and relief sculptures and whatnot.

What suprised me was the use and non-use of signs and words between the two. The DoJ has its name spelled out in giant letters on a smooth strip of stones running the length of the building on at least two sides, near the top floors. Every side of the building has some big sign or engraving proclaiming it’s the DoJ, often flanked by "United States of America", or "Office of the Attorney General", and American flags are in no short supply. On all sides there are quotes pertaining to justice carved into the side of the building, sometimes near a statue, things like (and I’m botching them here, from memory) "Render to each man what he earns", "Absent the rule of law, tyranny rules", etc. They are the DoJ, they’re proud of it (at least when the building was built), and they want everyone to know it.

Compare it with it’s near-sibling building, the IRS. It too has a line of smooth stones near the top which says … nothing. There are no quotes, no statues, not even a "United States of America" sign anywhere on the four sides of the building. Most doors are totally unmarked. No flags fly, as I recall. Only the two main entrances - on a building that extends over a city block - have signs reading "Internal Revenue Service," with 18"x18" panels at knee-height, on either side of the door. And that is it. Not even "United States Internal Revenue Service."

Somehow it reminds me of any of countless movies where the mobster says, "Bring the money - unmarked bills only. We don’t want nobody tracing the dough. Got it?"  

But it also kind of reminds me of a cartoon elephant trying to hind behind a lightpole in a crowded square.  

June 4, 2008

Wanted

Filed under: Personal, Art

The trailer for Wanted, Angelina Jolie’s next movie, is spiffy. I’m totally going to see it, probably in LA since I’ll be there. I’m stoked. It’s tempting to start strategizing new tattoos, but I’ll hold off (for now).

January 6, 2008

Smithsonian photo contest winners

Filed under: Pics, Art, Lists, Critters

Check out these amazing photographs, from the Smithsonian Institutions’ Nature’s Best.

Index of 2007 winners
Index of 2006 winners
Flash of 2005 winners
Flash of 2004 winners

Among the 2007 winners, my favorites are the zebra, bison, mandarin duck, Fly Geyser, goliath grouper, and snowy egrets.

Among the 2006 winners (there are a lot more), I like the giraffe on a purple sunset, osprey, giant kelp, orchid cactus, pink cyclamen, Alaskan brown bear, horseshoe crabs, snow and ice at sunset, lightning strike, and ladybug.

And the idiot award goes to the photographer of this alligator.

September 13, 2007

Art Education

Filed under: Personal, Art, Lists

I’m glad I’m a scientist. Of the things I find interesting, I think science (as a pot of knowledge and science as a method of the mind and (mostly) science education) is sound enough and accessible enough that I can be one among countless others pursuing Science fruitfully. Even as an innate loner, I recognize the tremendous value of a compatible, productive, and inspiring intellectual environment. And by and large I am quite happy with it. 21st century science still rocks.

But there’s enough Renaissance in me to want to do everything that interests me, and to do it really well - to write literature and poetry, make music, draw and paint, speak a handful of languages and travel, as complements to my desire to know the natural world, its objects and motions and processes and phenomena, with the toolkit and keen eye of a naturalist, experimental scientist, logician, analyist and integrator. Too much? Yes, too much to do all of them well, and one must choose (and I have). But I regard broad, globe-spanning, universe-traversing interest as a tremendous virtue. It just requires some management skills and a keen sense of purpose to keep it as an organized, useful and rewarding personal menagerie, and not an anarchic jungle of competing interests.

But art education in general today makes ths all very hard. It’s barrier more than an enabler. I’ve always liked drawing and painting, and by employing my mind in the service of specific goals (to make up for my lack of epiphany-like "talent"), I have been able to produce some drawings and paintings that I am proud of. But these were not enabled by receiving instruction in art so much as simply taking the time, making the space, and getting the necessary supplies to actually sit down and do something. Every one of my art teachers in the last 15 years were mainly there to turn on the studio lights, suggest stuff to do, and hold down the fort while I basically did what I wanted.

Unfortunately, what I really wanted was instruction that had a starting place and a goal, instruction that had cohesiveness, progression, and explicit, justifiable and sensical standards, all subserviated to the purpose of the class and the goals of art in general. I wanted instruction I could respect, instruction that paid me back for throwing my full attention and mental energy at a problem. But I never got it, never saw it, never glimpsed it. I shrugged it off as something I wasn’t entitled to anyway, and moved on to classes and disciplines that were more amenable to my "analytic" mind.

Looking back (at my ripe old age of 27…) I think it’s a tragedy that art instruction is the way it is today, because I know it didn’t used to be that way, and that it’s not necessary. In fact, I think the state of art instruction today is counterproductive for individuals, for the health of the discipline, and for the quality of work generally produced today. 

I have a cousin about to graduate high school who is interested in art. She came into this world wanting to be a doctor, I think she toyed with being an engineer around her one-decade mark, and for the last several years has put a fair bit of effort into painting. Who knows if she’ll change her mind again. But I think the best way to know for sure is to dive in, to really grasp what the field is about, what it takes to "Do Art", and to evaluate one’s own goals, degree of motivation, and strengths and weaknesses in a productive and rewarding setting.

So, while I’m not an artist by any stretch of the imagination, I am art-interested, and I have fairly integrated views on education, instruction, the choice of career and it’s practice and execution, so I’m excited by a crop independent, high-quality art studios in this country that train artists rationally, skillfully, and purposefully. They generally teach art as the classic artists were taught - such as Michaelangelo, Raphael and DaVinci on up to the great portrait artists of the 1800s. Apparently this sort of art education remained till the early 20th century even while its graduates became impressionists, expressionists, cubists, surrealists and the like into the first quarter of the 20th century. Then the modernists became (or spawned) the instructors of the 20th century, and when combined with new approaches and philosophies in education, art instruction morphed into its present form.

Here are the studios, ateliers, and instructors I have come across online. They have been recommended by people and artists I respect, but I’ve never taken a class or met the instructor or anything. Still, it’s exciting to know they exist. That way, when I become the first billionaire paleobiologist, I’ll have a wide selection of high-quality art to populate my private mountain villa.

The Barnestone Studios. Coply, PA. I especially liked the interview clips where Barnestone shares his views on … most things having to do with art and art education.

The Ryder Studio. Santa Fe, NM. Cameras don’t capture people this well.  

The Academy of Realist Art. Toronto, Canada.  

The Atelier School of Classical Realism. Oakland, CA. Argh, and in my own backyard practically! 

Mims Studios. Southern Pines, NC.  

The Grand Central Academy of Art. New York, NY.  

[Hat tip to a poster on the HBList, and artist Brian Larsen’s blog.]

August 22, 2007

The evolution of the female face in art

Filed under: Art

Fascinating, beautiful, intriguing - and a silent commentary on the disintegration of technique in modern art. Very cool.

August 17, 2007

Steampunk!

Filed under: Art, Creators

"Steam-what?" you say?

Steampunk!

It’s modern technology meets steam-engine era techno-esthetics. Did you see the movie Wild Wild West? All that crazy technology on… steam trains in the… wild west? That’s steampunk.

And this cool guy I ‘friended’ on myspace a year or two ago got interviewed for Wall Street Journal Online. I knew that he builds stuff all the time, but … I didn’t know it was that cool. A decorative sword is one thing (and not so much up my alley); a flat-bed scanner that looks like the Gutenberg Bible is another!

Anyway, his website is thus: Datamancer.net. And the WSJ piece is here.

Oh, and I came across this great animated short the other week, called A Gentleman’s Duel, on the Brassgoggles blog. Hilarious.

June 11, 2007

Movies to watch

Filed under: Personal, Art, Lists

Time to revive an old post, in light of my upcoming return home.  

An online, running list of multiple purposes. I am also including re-watch (RW) reminders, but those are highly selective and not an indication of favoriteness n such. Tier 1 is for movies I have a long-standing motivation to watch, but in no particular order. Tier 2 is for recommended movies or ones that I have less motivation to watch, but still sound good.

Tier 1
Pirates 3  Ok, but still not as good as the first.
Memento (Clay)
The Man from Snowy River (RW) (FIDO?)
High Noon
A Man For All Seasons (Joe)
The Unforgiven
Serenity (Paul)
The Incredibles
The Outlaw Josey Wales (thank you, FIDO): Good, but if Westerns fit the bill, I need to warm to them a bit more before trumpeting their greatness. Put a cute horse in there, though, and I’m a goner.
Team America: World Police (Dave)
Shane (Sean)
Flight of the Phoenix
It Happened One Night
300 : Very good. I will consider naming a future pet dog Leonidas.

Tier 2
Dot the I (Clay)
Airplane (thx, FIDO)
The Court Martial of Billy Mitchell (FIDO)
Swing Kids (Chris)
October Sky (Sean)
Equilibrium (Matus)
Closer
Inherit the Wind
Love Letters (? - written by Ayn Rand, with Jennifer Jones starring; help me out here Chris)
Shanendoah
Secondhand Lions
Happyness

and…. that’s all I can remember for now 

April 30, 2007

Bibliotheca Alexandrina: my review

Filed under: Art, Travel

My impressions of the new Bibliotheca Alexandrina (Library of Alexandria), Egypt. Completed in 2002, it’s a modern monument to knowledge and learning, self-conscious of it’s predecessor founded by Alexander the Great in 288BC (and destroyed by the Christians in the 3rd century AD), but not inhibited by it. I’m a fan. 

Initially I disliked the library’s appearance (some photos here) but I’ve come to really enjoy it. Precious few buildings have captivated me with their purpose, style and execution, culminating in an impression of beauty and a feeling of excitement.

Outside, the dominant features are its magnitude, geometry and isolation. It commands your attention from every angle. But it’s also very approachable, inviting strolling and contemplation of its vast circular face, the letters from 120 languages inscribed on its granite walls, and the moat reflecting only building and sky. The entrance and lobby are modest, giving no indication of the building’s size. They invite perusal of the bookshop and exhibits, and allow quick navigation and access to the library within.

There I was first struck by the volume of the room, dominated by the vast, sloping ceiling with its diamond-shaped slices admitting indirect natural light, its height indicated by columns unobtrusively stretching to the roof. But the superhuman scale was immediately balanced by the eleven cascading terraces of the functioning library below, each with its own reference desk, work areas and section of stacks. The layout was such that I barely thought about getting around things – I just did what I wanted.

Overall, the experience seamlessly conveyed the magnitude and importance of knowledge and, by scaling everything to the human psyche and body, emphasized that individuals create knowledge. And quietly laid before you are the resources to do it. It is a building of ideas, by ideas, for ideas. Hugely exciting.

Other positive tidbits:
- I found Atlas Shrugged and The Virtue of Selfishness listed among the accessible holdings, although they weren’t on the shelves.
- The Fountainhead and VOS were in the collection of filmmaker Shady Abdel Salam, whose personal library and drawings comprise a permanent exhibit.
- The architects made no attempt to integrate the building complex with the crumbling colonial architecture of Alexandria, nor with the mental milieu of the country or region. It is wonderfully un-Egyptian and un-Islamic.
- I bought a fantastic book critically evaluating the library’s architecture. Email me if you’re interested.

On the negative side:
- Funding came principally from Saudi Arabia, Libya, Iraq and their ilk (but not Egypt).
- The philosophy section was laughable. VOS was supposed to be between a long line of "dictionaries" of philosophy and a few books on bioethics.
- There was a modern art exhibit, and meaningless sculptures, though few and forgettable, dotted the grounds.
- AS was listed with popular fiction. (It was in the classical literature section in the American University Cairo’s bookstore - the first place I’ve seen any AR work for sale during my travels in Africa.)

December 27, 2006

Poetry by ear: Joyce

Filed under: Reading and Books, Art

I have discovered librivox.org. Free audiobooks, anyone? They’re a bit short on Aristotle, but all told (pun intended) this is a great source, and I’ve nearly maxed out my hard-drive (aided by a dozen cds worth of music as well…). Good times. Now I can be all uh-pinyonated n such. Right. Mostly I get grouchy and unhappy when I’m not doing stuff, and I’m kinda lazy, so it’s easy to be grouchy and unhappy. So now I can stare off over the basin or scratch the dog while learning about Aristotle’s Poetics or rather passively absorbing various bits of poetry. My reviews thus far:

James Joyce - Chamber Music: Some 30 mini poems centering on love, including the one with the refrain "Arise, arise…" It sounded vaguely familiar to me.
     Impressions: Easy to listen to, easy on the ears when not paying attention. When paying attention though, it seemed he covered the gamut of emotions surrounding love - ecstacy, misery, jealousy, futility, etc. If there was a progression or unifying aspect of the set apart from the subject of love (or young love) it wasn’t readily evident.
     I also noticed that he used a ton of anthropomorphic metaphors - the world, including nature, was always doing something to him or his lady, or he was exhorting it to do something for him or his lady - whether positive, negative, or simply observational. Although this made the imagery very concrete and easily grasped, I wonder if it reflected more of Joyce’s relation to the world than merely being a peppy literary device. Contrasting the sense of autonomy, efficacy and overall agency of the characters in Chambers with those in, say, Miller’s Columbus (next post), it’s like a cute but sickly puppy compared with an Iditerod husky rarin’ to go. Like puppies but…. they all grow up to be dogs, and I like my dogs healthy, personable, and able. Like my brother’s dog, Jester. In the running for Coolest Dog Ever, even if her metabolism and personability require she sleep under blankets - preferably  pre-heated blankets in the center of an occupied bed. And I hear she played football with a 2-month old chihuahua - as in, the micropooch was the football, and loved every minute of it.

November 16, 2006

Protected: Hot Man-Art

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November 15, 2006

Art schmart - or smart art?

Filed under: Art

Feeding the link habit: 

http://www.jacksonpollock.org - click and drag, my friends, click and drag.

http://www.mrpicassohead.com/create.html?skin=original

Did you have a fractal fixation (err… fascination) in high school too? Check it out:
http://www.enchgallery.com/fractals/fracthumbs.htm

November 6, 2006

The power of ideas

*Updated 9:30pm*

What, the documentary genre hasn’t been completely grown over with Michael Moore types? This looks great. Hard hitting is… hard, but worth it.

Obsession: radical Islam’s War Against the West
            the trailer
            the 12 minute version (*added 11/8/06)

MAD TV hits the campaign trail. Apart from the fact that Bush embraces all of his opponent’s positions, it’s refreshingly accurate. Thanks MAD.

From Matus1976: 

Check out this fascinating animation compiled from flight data across the US.  A strong visual representation of the overwhelming presence of aviation and a beautiful visual display of quantative information.

A magnificent human creation, the largest earth mover in the world

Check out the awesome future of computer displays and interface with this large multipoint touchs screen, it will replace your monitor and desk.  

October 25, 2006

Poetry for the anti-poetry me

Filed under: Quotes, Art

Columbus, by Joaquin Miller

Behind him lay the gray Azores,
Behind the Gates of Hercules;
Before him not the ghost of shores,
Before him only shoreless seas.
The good mate said: "Now must we pray,
For lo! the very stars are gone.
Brave Admiral, speak; what shall I say?"
"Why, say: ‘Sail on! sail on! and on!’"

My men grow mutinous day by day;
My men grow ghastly wan and weak."
The stout mate thought of home;
a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek.
"What shall I say, brave Admiral say,
If we sight naught but seas at dawn?"
"Why you shall say, at break of day:
‘Sail on! sail on! and on!’"

They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow,
Until at last the blanched mate said:
"Why, now not even God would know
Should I and all my men fall dead.
These very winds forget their way,
For God from these dread seas is gone.
Now speak, brave Admiral; speak and say"
He said: "Sail on! sail on!, and on!"

They sailed, they sailed, then spake the mate:
"This mad sea shows his teeth to-night;
He curls his lips, he lies in wait,
With lifted teeth, as if to bite:
Brave Admiral, say but one good word;
What shall we do when hope is gone?"
The words leapt like a leaping sword:
"Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!"

Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck,
And peered through darkness.
Ah, that night Of all dark nights!
And then a speck –
A light! a light! a light! a light!
It grew, a starlit flag unfurled!
It grew to be Time’s burst of dawn.
He gained a world; he gave that world
Its grandest lesson: "On! sail on."

Thanks to Sean for posting this. And, as he said, A special thanks to Powell History for the this fine piece.

October 15, 2006

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October 14, 2006

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