|Arthur and family. 2014 © Yves Messer|
Based on a unique small and blurry photography. Oil/acrylic on canvas, approx size: 70 x 50 cm.
|"Donna con cappello verde“, Woman with Green Hat By Pablo Picasso, 1939|
|"One percent" (2012) © Yves Messer|
"The creation of art is not the fulfillment of a need but the creation of a need.The world never needed Beethoven's Fifth Symphony until he created it. Now we could not live without it."-Louis I. Kahn, Architect
|Mario Botta. "Casa Rotonda", Medici House in Atabio, Switzerland, 1980-1982|
Axonometric projections of the floors.
"One thing I have always loved about philosophy is that it is centered around ideas. And ideas live in the now. Yes, there are ideas from the past -- and there is a history of philosophy that goes back for centuries. But what excites me about philosophy - taken separately from what has been written about it in the past -- is that it is fresh. It is, essentially, a 'living science.' It is the science of living ideas. And we can take those living ideas and let them teach us how to create the best life we can create today -- not tomorrow, not next week or next year."
From Living in the Present, by Sascha Norris, Philosophy Editor at BellaOnline'sRead Sascha Norris at My odyssey, a Journey Through the Mind
The Third LetterBut how could he call her “my Immortal Beloved”? Was she “immortal”, i.e. non-human, not made of flesh?
Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - Yes, unhappily it must be so - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves.
My love, do you recall the object which we saw,
That fair, sweet, summer morn!
At a turn in the path a foul carcass
On a gravel strewn bed,
Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman,He concludes his poem with:
Burning and dripping with poisons,
Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant way
Its belly, swollen with gases.
Yes! thus will you be, queen of the Graces,
After the last sacraments,
When you go beneath grass and luxuriant flowers,
To molder among the bones of the dead.
Then, O my beauty! say to the worms who will
Devour you with kisses,
That I have kept the form and the divine essence
Of my decomposed love!
It is now fair to say that anyone could be an artist. It is no longer necessary to ask whether this or that could be a work of art since the answer would always be yes. Since Marcel Duchamp's "readymades", artists are taught to believe they have now the license to call anything art, so long, and this is the "key argument", they call it "art." This is a “circular reasoning”: an "artist" is called so because s/he does "art." How do we know this is "art"? Well... because s/he says it is! This is "circular reasoning," i.e. a "logical fallacy". So since anything could now be called art, logically anyone can call him/herself an artist! Therefore if "anything" can be called "art", so "nothing is art". We are indeed witnessing an end-of-art situation. A smell of corpses, so well symbolised by Damien Hirst's rotting sharks or cows he calls "art".Beethoven, as an artist was very different. Despite the odds, and like a Stephen Hawking but unlike a Baudelaire or a Hirst, Beethoven had a non-cynical optimistic view on human life and fate.
“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
Le Petit Prince, Chapter 21 (1943)
|In 1812, when Beethoven wrote his love letters to his "Immortal Beloved", he had just completed his 7th Simphony... the theme at the end of John Boorman's film "Zardoz" when "Zed" (Sean Connery) and Consuella (Charlotte Rampling) escape their "immortality" to experience a mortal life.|
|Beethoven on his deathbed|
|A sketch of Rembrandt I did in 1991.|
"... as the Duchess of Cambridge’s first official portrait was unveiled to the public yesterday, art critics were, unusually, largely united in their condemnation.
‘Ghastly ... rotten ... an out and out disaster,’ was the view of the editor of the British Art Journal, Robin Simon.‘It’s only saving grace is that it’s not by Rolf Harris,’ was the best that David Lee, now editor of The Jackdaw and a former editor of Art Review, could manage.From Daily Mail
|© Paul Emsley (2013)|
“The atoms of our bodies are traceable to stars that manufactured them in their cores and exploded these enriched ingredients across our galaxy, billions of years ago. For this reason, we are biologically connected to every other living thing in the world. We are chemically connected to all molecules on Earth. And we are atomically connected to all atoms in the universe. We are not figuratively, but literally stardust.”
― Neil deGrasse Tyson
Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people. – Carl Sagan