Edward Gorey and Peter Neumeyer met in the summer of 1968. Gorey had been contracted by Addison-Wesley to illustrate Donald and the . . . , a children’s story written by Neumeyer. On their first encounter, Neumeyer managed to dislocate Gorey’s shoulder when he grabbed his arm to keep him from falling into the ocean. -FLOATING WORLDS
Totally ganked this entire entry from Wolfeyebrows
In the dark cocoon of a picture house, Cornell could become the hero of his imaginings, the handsome suitor up on the screen who was loved by quivering, spotless maidens and was worthy of their outpourings.
-Utopia Parkway, The Life and Work of Joseph Cornell
I met a very lovely woman over the weekend. She was tall as the day is long and had the bone structure of a supermodel. She was funny and thoughtful and even had a russian accent which I imagine many men would find a desirable trait. She was confident and intelligent.
I wished so badly to make her over. She was so sweet and naturally pretty but dressed like she was plopped naked amongst clothing lines in a trailer park and asked to get dressed while blindfolded.
Moral of the story? I am shallow. But also that one should give a damn about how they present themselves to the world. It really leaves others with the impression that you have a sense of self worth.
This is how I think she would like to be made over. Practical, Masculine, Comfortable. Still stylish.
Once upon a time, long long ago, I studied the art of storytelling through experimental video. Here is one of my earliest assignments. My goal was to establish a location without the use of dialogue.
I took a risk and wrapped my $700 camcorder in a ziplock bag, duct taped the opening, rubber banded the lens and drowned it in my washing machine - as a student, it was a crazy chance to take!
Back then I made videos of things that I wished to see and share with my friends -many of them aren't good but I liked them at the time - I'd like to start doing this again. Somewhere along the way I became jaded, was told I wasn't good enough, trained enough, had enough experience, had a lot of doors closed in my face and forgot why I made these things.
Was introduced to the work of CY Twombly at the Philadelphia Museum of Art this past weekend. It was moving. I now have a reason to visit Texas which houses an extremely large collection of his work.
So easily do I forget how photography fails to capture the stirring qualities of paintings, sculptures, and drawings. Kind of ironic/moronic since I am an artist.