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2 Disappointing Endings and More

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In our literary ravels, we’ve discussed post-Communist Czech writer Milan Kundera and his wonderful novels and we’ve even talked a little bit about William Shakespeare. Recently, some disappointing findings have come to light.

  1. Milan Kundera was accused of betraying his countryman and according to this recent, fascinating article, it seems that the case against him is strong. As in, indisputable.

  2. Shakespeare was proved to be quite a looker, but is now maybe going back to being plain, old Shakespeare. Too bad.

And in some news ala Art Ravels, Alessandro Twombly’s most recent paintings look a lot like his father’s, the more famous painter Cy Twombly. See the photos, you decide (just like Fox news, except I’m both better looking and informed).

For ‘edification’ or a laugh, read MSN’s ‘How to Talk about Art’ in case you were reading this blog and were unsure about how to leave a comment. Then laugh at its ridiculous advice, and say whatever the hell you are thinking.

I do have a great video coming, but due to unfortunate/stupid/annoying embeding problems, you’ll have to hold on the edge of your seat in the meantime.

Twomblys: Story of a Family Resemblance

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You might have noticed my affinity for Twombly the Elder here or here. I say Twombly the Elder because Cy Twombly has a son who is also an artist. Like his father, Alessandro Twombly toes the line between abstract and representational forms in his paintings such as the one above. He lives in Tuscany and likes to garden.

How did I find out those last personal tidbits? My mom’s copy of Elle Decor (inspiration comes from unexpected places) that features his home.
The artist is better known for his sculptures, like the one below. This sculpture seems to grow out of it’s narrow base in a clumpy, natural process like tree branches. Behind it you can find more of the artist’s paintings. Look at them carefully.

I love the lush colors and huge size of the naturalistic forms, but something struck me as a little strange about the paintings. They remind me of his father’s last show at Gagosian (a lot!) pictured on the left. The palate is the same, only reversed between the grouping of round blossoms and bright background. Soooo, it’s strikingly odd that father and son have such similar paintings (colors, compositions, size, material).
Does a family resemblance really extend to paintings? What happened here?

Ravels in (mid) Review

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Yes, Ravels in Review is a weekly Friday round up, but with the art fairs going on, it seems unfair to cut off the week like that. Things are just beginning to get interesting…

but alas, one must trudge on.

This week was thoughtful, with a review of the excellent Cherry Orchard by Chekhov now at BAM, and not one but two ponderings on aesthetic experience from the strangeness of clapping to suffering for art. If you’re in need of some beautiful images to ponder, try the Cy Twombley images I posted that span both style and time. Oh, and my good taste was indubitably confirmed.

And then, just in time for your weekend needs, a quick reference guide to the New York art fairs going on this weekend, and where you’ll find me running to now.