Monday Morning Musing

Ever feel like these little guys?

Happy Friday

I am off to a cabin this weekend. Yeah WEEKEND!

And a special treat for you all...I love these posts at Cup of Jo

Cyber-rific

I once came across this photo of a girl who went as Lo-Res for halloween.
And then I came across this video (thanks Ang). I am thrilled I could reunite them both here in cyber-space.

Bigger than life

I saw these lovely gems - rather branded art installations - on Cool Hunter. Oh, Cool Hunter... how I miss thee! I had forgotten to renew my weekly newsletter when I moved jobs.

I think these brand/corporately bought, but amazingly entertaining installations were fantastic and whimsical eye candy. And I kind of want to run into the middle of the big yellow ball installation, cause chaos, then watching them flutter back into place.

Delightful delight.

Modern Love

I was in New York twice this summer. The last trip happened to be the same weekend as the world cup final, and that Sunday afternoon I left my friends at a pub and headed uptown to the Museum of Modern Art. I needed my own version of culture, and while I like football, I don't like it enough.

I started my MOMA journey on the top floor and worked my way down. The work is always gorgeous and always inspiring. And I am finding myself much more familiar with the work and able to more fluently speak to the pieces and to the artists. But something struck me... it was a twinge of boredom. That sounds so terrible to say when I am amongst such beauty. But I guess because I was more familiar the 'wow' factor was somewhat lacking. I was craving sculpture, more interative, more dynamic, more experiential, more 3-D. Jackson Pollock and Lichenstein are no doubts inspiring pioneers, but their work was 2-D hanging on a wall. I was starting to wonder where the new modern was.


As I got to the lower levels the work really started to come alive. The creativity was being applied across all mediums..... and then I entered into this room and experienced this first hand.




It is a sonar sculpture. The experience put a smile on my face. To the visual eye it was nothing but white screens placed 6ft apart. But to the ear and a walking human being it was a cacophony of sound. Each screen was the voice of one person say the days of the week... and not necessarily in order. You would hear something like "Monday, Monday, Sunday, Friday, Monday". When you stood close to it you could hear the distinctive voice, whether it be a man, woman or child, but as you moved away you would hear the entire choir of different voices saying different names of the week. The total sound all together sounded like low-level buzzy noise at a cocktail party.

It was inspiring. I loved its similicity. I love that you have to experience it first hand to know its beauty. I love that the artist took full advantage of the space to share something one could only genuinely be present to understand.

This experience reminds me of an installation I saw at the Saatchi Gallery in London last June. There was a series of motorized wheelchairs with a variety of eldery dressed up military of various ethnicities/cultures all wheeling around and not crashing into each other thanks to motion sensors.

This is all just to say that I am getting really excited about how installations are pushing the boundaries of how one engages with art. I know this sounds like platitudes.... but I am genuinely excited about it. I feel alive when I see something inspiring, and don't get me wrong, I love the classics of modern art. I really do. But I am excited about this new experimental direction that sculpture is taking and I can't wait to see what else is out there.

arrogant and ignorant

"I actually don't know a rapper before me that liked white people more than me. I don't know a rapper that wore tighter jeans. I don't know a rapper that collaborated with more white people than me."

- Kanye West told viewers during a live Ustream chat with fans












Kanye,

When did rapper become a synonym for black?

Peace and Love,
Eminem

music not to miss.... Phoenix

Saw these guys last week.
It was absolutely dreamy.

Right on Target

So true.
These little greeting cards are perfection.
Target sucks all my money out of my bank account.
Thankfully.. or not..there isn't one in Canada... yet.






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Did you know?

that Anne Bancroft was 35 when she did that scene (posted below) in The Graduate?
My dad told me that that nice random Cliff Claven fact the other day.

She looks like she is 45. She looks hot... but at least 45.

I am 33. Ick! Am I delusional in that I don't think I look even close to her age? Am I so desperate for validation that I am fishing for it on the internet? Yes... I am.

Anyway, age is but a number. Right??

Speaking of age... here is me likely not being my proper age at all at Lollapalooza this past weekend in Chicago.

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