Just watched (again) The Thin Red Line and the question asked is “Who is Killing Us” I get caught in that question. Are the crimes we inflict each other for some reason and/or for someone. It’s seems insane to think that we do this daily for no reason at all. So what is it about and who is it for? Or are we just simply insane. I wonder why we are so afraid of one another, that there is no middle ground, someone has to lose. Even the winner loses.
Why can’t we, collectively, say we are done.
Terrence Malick..voice over narrative is like someone whispering in our ears while we sleep. But it not a nightmare, it is what we’ve done.
“We were a family. How’d it break up and come apart, so that now we’re turned against each other?”
It use to be that it took many generations for history to align itself with the truth so that the regrets and apologize can acknowledged . The truth is showing up a lot quicker now and I wonder if we will think war is still worth it.
Walter Ellison. Train Station, 1935. Charles M. Kurtz Charitable Trust and Barbara Neff Smith and Solomon Byron Smith funds; through prior gifts of Florence Jane Adams, Mr. and Mrs. Carter H. Harrison, and the estate of Celia Schmidt.
Some of the most informative art work created in the United States is that of the first and second great migration. The not so subtle change in the demographic in the country brought about a dramatic shift in the culture. Music, Dance and Poetry made it’s way north along Mississippi transforming everything along the way. At the same time immigrants from all of the globe began to fuse their stories in what is sometimes called the great melting pot.
When in New York, especially in the spring, the Brooklyn Museum is (in my opinion) a great museum to visit. I love this museum because it usually stays away from doing the spectacular event (no fireworks) and lets the art speak for itself.
Starting March 15th thru November 10th, prints of the Expressionist artist Käthe Kollwitz from the Museum’s private collection will be on exhibit.
Kollwitz’s etchings and drawings are powerful, honest and beautiful in there simplicity.
Beauford Delaney (1901–1979), Portrait of a Young Musician, Studio Museum in Harlem,
An exploration in what was called “Avant-garde” , sometimes dismissed because of unfamiliarity and being seen as ahead of it’s time, because it was. Starting over, musically and visually. Realism was found to be not real.
“The exhibition’s title is drawn from a 1960 solo album by virtuoso jazz pianist Jaki Byard in which improvisation on blues form becomes a basis for avant-garde exploration. The title suggests that the expanded poetics of the blues is pervasive—but also diffuse and difficult to pin down. By presenting an uncommon heterogeneity of subject matter, art historical contexts, formal and conceptual inclinations, genres and disciplines, Blues for Smoke holds artists and art worlds together that are often kept apart, within and across lines of race, generation, and canon.” Blues for Smoke,
Got the opportunity to have a chat with Photographer Dee Dee Woods about being an artist, the “African American Art Community” in Phoenix, her father Rip Woods and the contribution that art makes to the community:
Just watched (again) The Thin Red Line and the question asked is “Who is Killing Us” I get caught in that question. Are the crimes we inflict each other for some reason and/or for someone. It’s seems insane to think that we do this daily for no reason at all. So what is it about and who is it for? Or are we just simply insane. I wonder why we are so afraid of one another, that there is no middle ground, someone has to lose. Even the winner loses.
