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Ravels in Review: It’s Summer!

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I’m thrilled to be writing this when it’s actually hot and sunny outside. Summer had to come eventually, I suppose, and it’s basically August. So let’s see:

  • The BBC updated Byron’s image with a music video, to odd effect, but I appreciate the effort.
  • Then I read the collected poems of E.E. Cummings in one sitting, but figured I’d spare you and hunt up the one I really liked.
  • I found out a bit about rust used in art, specifically rust paints. (Thanks all!)
  • For something absolutely delightful and cheering on your Friday, check out this artist dress code.

Also, I’m trying out the twitter thing. If you’re on there, come find me at linnea_west. Have a great weekend!

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Ravels in Review: 4th of July Weekend!

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Thank god it’s finally here. I mean, aside from some techincal snafoos, it’s been a good week– but I rather be off on a long weekend. Jasper John’s Three Flags, above, is as close to patriotic as I get. I’ve been on a mental vacation everywhere but NYC USA this week.

There was a video post about the High Museum in Atlanta, Georgia, and then there was Hungarian art past (Tamas St. Auby) and present (Peter Forgacs) plus the current cool festivities at the Ludwig Museum in Budapest.

There was a crazy sky last weekend, which led to some good sailing weather, and hopefully there’ll be more of it for this upcoming weekend: we’re sailing over to Fire Island. It’ll be nice to have some good ol’ Americana in my life. Enjoy the long weekend!

Ravels in Review

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Oh, is it time for Ravels in Review again? Great, well, in my disordered placement of life’s task I’ll put this on the top of the heap while simultaneously making coffee with one hand and juggling oranges with the other. Priorities are amazing things, no?

But to the ravels we’re reviewing:

Things were junking up the floor of MoMA’s atrium, ala Song Dong this time, and I started rethinking my Conceptual art prejudice.

Richard Misrach’s large-format photographs are either either calming or unsettling, and I rather think the latter.

Words straight from the art dealer Betty Parson‘s mouth.

Vanished poet Rosemary Tonks is one of the most exciting things I’ve come across in a while. She’s on my reading list for the weekend.

And then, of course, there was the beautifully-titled OUCH. My hand is fine, by the way. To sum up my thoughts on the newest film version of Easy Virtue–something went wrong when they tried to make it into a movie and Jessica Beil is only the obvious thing.

Stuff happened in other places, and yet no one had any suggestions for me about contemporary Hungarian art? Any links or vague, unformed thoughts?

I’ll get the ball rolling: these images are from Peter Forgacs multimedia installation Col Tempo at the Hungarian Pavilion at this year’s Venice Biennial.