Learn something new everyday.

                 Learn something new everyday.

Sometimes, so simply and so sweetly, we are reminded of what it is that inspires us,that which gets our creative juices going. On a particularly wet and dour Sunday afternoon I was flicking the channels and Julia Roberts was trying to teach those which I find  familiar, the stuck up and truly one sighted views of pomp.There was Ms Roberts,teaching that which i had been taught 6 years ago the cave paintings of old.It was,however the work of Chaim Soutine which really provoked my interest,and boom there i was googling an artist i had yet to study,and so it was i was here,writing on this blog and being  reminded of the journey of Art.


                               
Oh the controversy,  http://www.andrewgrahamdixon.com/archive/readArticle/153 ,but controversy today everywhere,even in the tabloids we may or may not,no longer read at our breakfast.

Without that of Andy Warhol we may not have the pop and celebrity that so stains our souls and conscience.Pop Culture we have much to thank for,Reality Tv,Big Brother,stained walls of graffiti. A dress worn by a global superstar and her favourite Tea cup.
Is Gaga mad,some may say so,but I see weight behind her skirting beef dress,we are meat, we are money if the moneys right ,Gaga is money. I still remember seeing the disdain and hate for the dress,the horror in the tabloid press,but here it is all linked together in a few sentences and pictures on a blog, by me ,I see it,a journey,a journey I am on, not always readily accepted,but accepted nonetheless.

From one carcass to another,from a possiblity out of ecoli, a paparazzi led shopping excursion,we have  the carcasses of  a point of others beauty that which is the difference of opinion.the differences of a state of being.The twisted forms of a man/woman's difference in thinking.

The femininity of being classed as a piece of meat,the pieces of meat that are paid for on street corners all day and every night.Men and women, women as men and men as women,cocks and stubble and all.

Jenny Saville.

Damien Hirst.

From a carcass painted in the early 20th century,before the world was devastated by the horrendous acts of 1939-1940,before even the much lauded Britart of Tony Blair and his Iraq invasion sparked by chemicals not snorted up a nose.We have the new carcass not on canvas but the real deal ,preserved for all time in a glass filled vitrine.

And so it is, a wee blog post sparked because i watched Julia Roberts in her 25 million dollar performance teaching that which has been taught to me.

 As a lady say's,,,,,,,,applause...