painting | painting
May.07.2013
If Muslims believe that Prophet Muhammad should not be portrayed in any physical form as it goes against the principle of Islam, then must a painting not fall in the same category?
Several reports have mentioned an upcoming auction in Britain later in May where a “rare painting of the footprints...
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May.07.2013
May 7
Pinocchio as a Girl
I should be painting today instead of reframing the future, an unnecessary and ephemeral job at best. Kind of like lassoing an unborn colt, I try to put a rope around something that cannot get away. Outcome hasn’t much...
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Mar.15.2013
If you happen to know the aforementioned gold-toothed, big-hatted, oil-painting Japanese lady, or you happen to BE the aforementioned gold-toothed, big-hatted, oil-painting Japanese lady, please give me a jingle. Number Three Daughter would like you to sign her...
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Mar.08.2013
March 8
Résistance
Resisting tough love is approaching long run action with short run thinking. I hate to set the toddling babe down lest he fall, but in the end if I do not put him down he and I will both be the worse for it. Whether I see a...
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Feb.19.2013
The Map and the Territory, a novel by Michel Houellebecq, is a disjointed tale focusing on a French artist, Jed Martin, and his extraordinary success in the global art market.
Martin starts out modestly, the son of an architect whose wife had committed suicide when Martin was a child...
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Feb.12.2013
For seven days I was off the grid. Actually I was paying by the minute to the lovely Holland America people trying to get on the grid while work-cruising with 4,400 Ladies of Olivia on their 40th anniversary sea bash. Whenever I did manage to check my email, I didn’t have the minutes to check...
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Jan.20.2013
Once upon a time in a magical land far, far away there was a city that rose beside a vast sea. In that city there rose a many-hued palace known for its wonders of music and laughter. One afternoon the sky grew unexpectedly dark. Deep thick clouds rolled over the city and...
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Jan.14.2013
This morning while pulling on briefs, the merest fleck of red paint showed on the waistband. It was there from some frantic painting session, long ago for the record, in which the painter hurriedly sat down to finish some section of an artistic endeavor.
The formal language here and third-...
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Dec.02.2012
The Dream LIfe of Sukhanov by Olga Grushin raises the question of whether any book should be called a “first novel.” This fanciful, lyrical, and somewhat odd book is the work of an accomplished writer who surely had written many more pages than were finally included in The Dream Life of...
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Nov.25.2012
Writing is like grouting, I think, proclaiming the insight in my head, just as gardening is like writing, and yardwork is like writing.
Everything is like writing and writing is like everything.
There is knowledge to be learned and insights that you find and apply. You find your rythm within...
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