“the voice of beauty speaks softly; it creeps only into the most fully awakened souls”

                -Friedrich Nietzsche

Attended a book signing tonight at Pierre Frey of Francois Catroux (written by David Netto, Foreword by Diane von Furstenberg)

Marish and David Netto discussing Nietzsche;)

Marish and David Netto discussing Nietzsche;)

an elderly woman to whom I lent my hat to beget an introduction...;)

an elderly woman to whom I lent my hat to beget an introduction...;)

Why be interested in very talented demi-rich people designing for just not-so-plain very very very rich people?

One pale mermaid

tankers and cruise ships are caught between motion and understanding
or the very least questioning

She seems so small
not even worthy of a capital f- polite or no
yet she straddles the safe harbor of that
and the allowance of nature's black, blue utterance in that small benign blue strip beyond
Her color no longer needs interpretation
And as if her plinth were there for sole human industrial scale
grandeur beyond the grayest means.

New Jersey sputters.
New York complains. as always
as Her canvas itself wasn't enough.
she maintains a presence of being not defiance
ready as if at will
prepared to jump over the wobbly pale line of reason into adventure.
her Wordsworth farewell of "how arrogant is she when HER parents and neighbours heart is heard no more."
the Dutch made you and defeated you
did she ever realize how arrogant was build against her forbears' beautiful line of reason

and then was the darkness
And she stood alone.

Viva (Andrew's) Viva

Whatever one may think critically of Jeremy Deller’s representation of Britain at the Venice Biennale the ethos of the show appears to be the nature, decline and disappearance of craftsmanship and how that schism of what made Britain great manifests itself. It’s a Roman river running deep beneath the pavilion where one can sip English tea upon a terrace almost in reach of the Doge’s sea. Deller doesn’t make his own banners but does that matter? He employs a craftsman. Does it matter he uses the portrait drawings of prisoners rather than his own? That the prisoners appear to be oft times highly skilled amateurs? Austria’s pavilion (with the sleek robust lines of designer Josef Hoffmann) has Mathias Poledna's 3-minute [sic- guess me was on the mothersip back then;)] creation of a Disney-like movie animation Imitation of Life that uses all the tradition techniques and crafts people even down to the orchestral recording of the score. And some may wink cynically at Italy’s pavilionhand in glove with commercial design (they’ve almost second guessed you with what first appears to be a street performer rolling around outside in designer garbage bags -actually Rubelli with Marya Kazoun).Russia goes the 'whole hog' by exposing 'shekels' from heaven raining upon the female only pavilion admittance below, while the men are allowed to join their male colleague dispensing the wealth upstairs.

In Vice versa 5 artists collaborate with Italian textile houses Bevilacqua, Fortuny and Rubelli- the latter's first year back since the 30's when it collaborated with artists such as Umberto Bellotto, Guido Cadorin, Vittorio Zecchin and Gio Ponti. Much fascinates too inGlasstress (collaborating with the Wallace Collection and London College of Fashion)- Facebook. Ron Arad’s interview 

Macedonia's site is off Biennale grid in the streets of cheap one-star hotels. More craft with Elpida Hadzi-Vasileva (who lives and works in Brighton) using pure woven silk, silkworm cocoons, albino rat skins, curtains of steel sheet and, subject to permissions, live rats (didn't see any on my visit). Romania chooses memory with performers acting outtableaux vivants of artists' work in each Venice Biennale over the years. 

[I've seen that man before- isn't she Werner Herzog/:....]

R we now in NYC at 1.56am? R we not in Paris Riceland yet...

I think I kinda thünk what I re-brained…. 

New York is not a very friendly equation to ponder. But it is constantly re-inventing itself. Both or richer for poorer. There is a genuine love and there is equally if not more a genuine hatred of those who do not fit a box-both rich and poor [far too simple a definition nowadays]. Understandably. New York is full of boxes. But, surely: the very last thing on its gravestone would be ‘a box was my life’. Basta!

YET: if you don’t understand and know and learn then you are never ever in a position to judge. 

And if NY teaches you anything: it is really not about the money. Of course, without that, nothing happens. Clearly. Yet it is always above all, about the talent. The art. The…that may sound delusional when clearly the super rich get to rape the beautiful buildings of NY and G knows what else. BUT: 

There is, indeed, a higher calling. And that is very softly spoken.

I remember...

 

 

 

 

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Posted on December 15, 2016 .