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The Devil’s in the Details II

The Devil’s in the Details

This is not my art; I have not created any of this and do not claim so. These photos are merely my perception and observation of the details of great artist’s works. This is something I’ve wanted to do for a while. To take a macro lens and try to take as close and detailed photos of small portions of paintings. We often focus on the entire image, the end result, trying to analyze and understand the meaning or intended effect of a work of art. Not enough do we focus on the details, the texture and miniscule portions of the media. We wonder what the meaning of a work of art is. But what was the artist thinking about when creating the piece? I feel that looking at the brush strokes of a painting we can image what feeling or texture an artist was experiencing making the piece, laying the brush strokes. To think of what was going through the artist’s mind. How the paint brush felt in the hand as it moved across the canvas, the smell of the paint, the decision of what tool to use or which direction to stroke. Was the artist mad, happy, sad or angry? Or perhaps they were euphoric, in love or unfortunately depressed, in misery and pain. Maybe they were so focused and at times obsessive compulsive about their brush strokes and composition they would become frustrated at a tiny mistake. Or perhaps they were care free or apathetic as they sloppily laid a large blob of paint to the canvas leaving it to dry a mass. They could have been nervous, intoxicated of wine or absinthe, maybe even having trouble staying awake under the influence of a narcotic, or tortured by insomnia.

Don Marquis
the lesson of the mothi was talking to a moththe other eveninghe was trying to break intoan electric light bulband fry himself on the wireswhy do you fellowspull this stunt i asked himbecause it is the conventionalthing for moths or whyif that had been an uncoveredcandle instead of an electriclight bulb you wouldnow be a small unsightly cinderhave you no senseplenty of it he answeredbut at times we get tiredof using itwe get bored with the routineand crave beautyand excitementfire is beautifuland we know that if we gettoo close it will kill usbut what does that matterit is better to be happyfor a momentand be burned up with beautythan to live a long timeand be bored all the whileso we wad all our life upinto one little rolland then we shoot the rollthat is what life is forit is better to be a part of beautyfor one instant and then cease toexist than to exist foreverand never be a part of beautyour attitude toward lifeis come easy go easywe are like human beingsused to be before they becametoo civilized to enjoy themselvesand before i could argue himout of his philosophyhe went and immolated himselfon a patent cigar lighteri do not agree with himmyself i would rather havehalf the happiness and twicethe longevitybut at the same time i wishthere was something i wantedas badly as he wanted to fry himself

Don Marquis

the lesson of the moth

i was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into
an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires

why do you fellows
pull this stunt i asked him
because it is the conventional
thing for moths or why
if that had been an uncovered
candle instead of an electric
light bulb you would
now be a small unsightly cinder
have you no sense

plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
and excitement
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
and then we shoot the roll
that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves

and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity

but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself

We have to create culture, don’t watch TV, don’t read magazines, don’t even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector of your universe, and if you’re worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered, you’re giving it all away to icons, icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion, and what is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. And we are told ‘no’, we’re unimportant, we’re peripheral. ‘Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.’ And then you’re a player, you don’t want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.

Terence McKenna