Archive for the ‘art’ tag
Currencies of the World Map
Using the portrayal of Antonio Salieri in Amadeus as a jumping-off point, Sven Brikerts says a great many good and interesting things about envy.
[His taking in of Mozart’s heavenly] music stops. [Salieri] is back inside what he now knows more than ever to be his demonstrably inferior self. He is, he understands, no Mozart — a recognition paradoxically more painful by the fact that Mozart is no Mozart, either. The Mozart of the heavenly music has no relation to the giggly buffoon who makes fart-jokes. What Salieri must swallow is that God — in whom he absolutely believes — has seen fit to give to impish Mozart the gift of making beauty, and to him only the secondary gift, no gift at all, of being able to recognize it.
There’s a good chance you’ve seen this charming documentation of the ways in which a painter’s child corrects him, but I want to save it for posterity.
I swear this article appears at least semiannually in some paper somewhere. This one chose the “epicenter of artistic talent” angle.
Someone’s adding Photoshop pallettes and dialogues to obviously altered advertisements on the Berlin Metro.
An ephemeral art display explains the beauty of ephemerality. For those too lazy to find the translation in the comments, every twelve hours the wall reads:
Time passes, and each time time passes, something gets erased.
This is my new favorite graph. I feel it should be categorized as something like data naturalism — though that sounds less cool than it should.
Everyone and their brother have linked to this by now, but I still can’t resist.
The Ideas Blog brings up a topic I’ve never considered: who deserves credit for a photo of graffiti (or other street art), the photographer or the creater of the object being photographed?
It’s been too long since I read anything this long (and it’s pretty short for The New Yorker). In any case, I rather enjoyed Malcolm Gladwell’s article about the difference between prodigies like Picasso and late bloomers like Cézanne.
The Cézannes of the world bloom late not as a result of some defect in character, or distraction, or lack of ambition, but because the kind of creativity that proceeds through trial and error necessarily takes a long time to come to fruition.