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There’s that light…
Do you know what the last sentence of Joseph Mallord William Turner – incontrovertibly the greatest British painter of all time – was? “The sun is God.” The last words of a real genius! They sum up not only his beliefs, but also his notion of art. People call him the “painter of light”. They could just as well call him the “painter of the sea”. Perhaps they should go for “the painter of the sea AND WHOA DO YOU SEE THAT LIGHT?!” From February 24 to May 24, the J. Paul Getty Museum in Los Angeles is hosting one of the biggest Turner exhibitions that has ever been, focusing…
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The Venetian (Beach) School
Before Arnold Schwarzenegger made it to Sacramento, or even to Hollywood, he could be found lifting weights at Muscle Beach in Venice. Very much like its Italian namesake, Venice Beach in Los Angeles is home to the artistic and the creative. But unlike the artists from the original Venice, those of the Los Angeles beach town paint beyond the canvas, and onto the streets. Amongst the street art found along the walls is Homage to Starry Night. The large mural replicating Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh, occasionally the ‘tagged’ over, is found on the side of an apartment building, behind a ‘No Parking’ street sign. The treatment and placement…
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Boys and their Toys
I have to admit, that despite my degree, I am not much of a news junkie. I found the news in the US entirely too depressing – as they rarely report the whole story or about anything that is worthy of the attention it is given. Seriously guys? The whole nation needs to be let in on the (what will sooner than later be considered an itty-bitty) scandal at Rutgers? Move on; leave Rutgers alone; it’s not relevant to anyone that wasn’t in that video. ::exits THAT soap box:: So, when the grapevine informed me
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Au nom de la dévotion
Jean-Jacques Annaud, dans son adaptation du roman d’Umberto Eco, Le Nom de la rose, nous dépeint un Moyen Age sombre, glauque, à l’atmosphère pesante, pendant lequel les conflits d’ordre religieux font rage et les cathédrales brûlent sous les croassements des corbeaux. Le terme de dévotion prend tout son sens dans cette intrigue qui se déroule au sein d’une abbaye bénédictine italienne, perdue au milieu de nulle part, siège infernal de toute une série de meurtres, de mystères, de prières, d’injustice et d’amour. La dévotion, puissante, éloigne l’être de toute conscience. Seules la foi et la personne vénérée comptent. Le reste n’est qu’abstraction. Jusqu’où peut mener la dévotion ? Jusqu’au pire. Les…











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