MARK ROTHKO: THE KITCHEN AT WHITECHAPEL GALLERY

I hadn't read closely the description for the exhibit, Rothko in Britain, expecting there to be paintings by Mark Rothko done in Britain, or at least from a collection in Britain, or maybe painted while eating digestive biscuts in Britain, but the exhibit turned out to be really an exhibit about an exhibition.

There is only one painting present by Rothko, Light Red Over Black (1957). The rest is about Rothko’s first British solo show held at Whitechapel Gallery in 1961.




The exhibit displays wonderful photographs, film footage, detailed correspondences between Rothko, galleries and other artists as well as a series of recordings made by visitors to the original 1961 event.

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WATER

I see, with mindfulness, how good habits can be obtained in a very short period of time. I also see how good habits can be easily sabotaged (by me) in an even shorter period of time.

I'm focusing on how to make good habits so routine in the pattern of daily life that I don't need to even think about them. They are just done, like brushing your teeth.

Bim-Bam-Bum-Done.

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HAVE YOU A LETTER FOR MRS. TYBURY?

My morning walk ended, not in the forest as I had planned, but through a small village just outside the forest, and it was the perfect walk.

I discovered a brook, a grotto with Mary and the dying naked Jesus covered in snow, firecracker remains, a luthier's shop, oh, and I did not fall - not even once.

I say yay.

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AI WEI WEI: WHEN THINGS GO RYE WITH SUNFLOWER SEEDS

I’ve realized artists who are clear with their intent make for a stronger artist.

I know that sounds sorta stupid and basic, but believe me, there are lots of artists out there just throwing up and tagging it art without understanding (or caring) what just took place.

The intent may be complex or not, the method complex or seemingly simplistic. If one is clear with what they wish to express, do so in the most resourceful way, the art and its message always gets across. Too much and the art gets lost in its own gibberish.

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LA TOUSSAINT Á L'ITALIENNE

Autumn this year in the Lorraine is amazingly sweet. People are all a bit giddy by the sunlight and crisp blue skies we are experiencing.

Me  Like  It

With such an abundance of clear skies lately, many took advantage of the beautiful weather to clean and prep their loved-ones' cemetery plots for the upcoming la Toussaint.

People take scrub brushes, buckets and rags and spend dedicated time spiffing up burial plots of those they love. A dirty cemetery plot on la Toussaint could leave people talking for weeks. 

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SOLAL'S PAGE PRIVÉE #1

BONJOUR TOUT LE MONDE!

Cette page était crée pour Mr. Booger Breath lui-meme...SOLAL!! Et lui, seulement peut voir cette page.

Mr. Pas Beau m'a dit que tu aimes les batteries - c'est the drums baby, the drums! Voila ce desous c'est les drummers fabulous:

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MUDAM FOOT'S CAUGHT IN SPACE

Living near four borders gets me to and from certain countries in about the same time it takes to get to Santa Monica from Pasadena -- going 65 mph. Being able to say things like "See yah later, off to Germany for tofu!" does keep my spirits up. It's just too wild.

On my way for tofu one day, I decided to go via Luxembourg, to a museum in a city within the city, which has lots of space and an installation by a woman from Korea who lives in New York. After the museum and getting lost on the highway, going towards Brussels, I returned to France via Germany, with my tofu.

What the heck just happened here?

It's called space, babee, space. I played with space which played with my mind and allowed me to experience things and places in such a way that will never take place in space again.

cool...

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IN COGNITO - WISH YOU WERE HERE

FAITES DE LA MUSIQUE

Fête de la Musique is a free music festival taking place on the longest day of the year, June 21st. Its purpose is to encourage both amateur and professional musicians to perform on the streets together, and basically everyone have a groovy time. These all night extended music block parties have been going on in France since 1982 and now can be found all over the world, even in Pasadena!

It's a wonderful thing really. Sometimes known to get out of hand, but for the most part, people are there to have a good time.

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BLOOD DAY: ARE YOU MY TYPE?

Before I left for Francie-pants, I dropped by the Pasadena Red Cross Center to give blood. If you qualify, giving blood is pretty darn easy; you can call or go online to make an appointment, or like me, drop in when you are in the midst of doing a ga-billion errands before you leave the country for 7 months.

Besides, if you give blood while running about like a crazy person, you have an excuse to eat 3 packs of mini oreo cookies afterwards*.

When I asked my nice nurse "what's your type", he flashed me gangsta-style:

                                  

   A Negative.   

You rock doll.

Don't worry, my nice nurse does not have legs growing out of his elbow. That's someone in the back giving platelets. Takes so long, you get to watch a movie, giving platelets...

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LOUISE BOURGEOIS

I arrived in France last week not remembering how to speak french at all. Blah. Or rather, le blah...



So, I threw myself straight back into frenchy-isms, by listening, reading and trying to understand what was being said around me. It was while struggling to comprehend TÉLÉMATIN one morning that I heard a familiar name being said. "Louise Bourgeois" then something, "mort".

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ART: PHOTOMATON-1

Photobooth images have been ruminating in my brain, ohhhh, since last September, easily. These palm-sized portraits are so joyous, often without inhibition. Sit. Smile. FLASH!

Anatol Josepho (Anatol Josephewitz), a Jewish immigrant to the US from Siberia, invented and patented the first fully-functioning photobooth in New York City in 1925. A few years later, he was paid one million dollars for his invention, giving half of this large sum to charity. Josepho continued his philanthropic ways after his move to Los Angeles, along with his actress-wife, Ganna, and their growing family. He died in L.A. in 1980.

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