scene from a living room, oil on canvas, 2007

I LOVE THESE !

from yvanrodic

PETER FEILER

www.galerieadler.com

GUS GUS!

www.sophiejodoin.com

Listen to:

Atlas Sound - Walkabout feat. Panda Bear

A L I C E IN W O N D E R L A N D

MARCH / 5 / 2010

L É O P O L D  R A B U S ! 

Galerie Adler.com

F R E E  C O L E T T E

S U M M E R T I M E !

June 2008

N I C O L A   V E R L A T O

nicolaverlato.com

The Best For You Is Absolutely Unattainable: Not Being Born, Not Being, Not Being Anything

2005, oil on canvas

These days I don't know just how to get through...

VEGA - No Reasons

Phoenix - Playground Love (Air Cover)

Au Revior 25 rue Béranger

Merci pour les souvenirs.

D A V I D  H O C K N E Y 

Imogen & Hermaine

July 30th, 1982

Polaroid SX-70 composite

J O H N  C U R R I N 

Thanksgiving, 2003

No one should think it strange that Michelangelo loved solitude, for he was deeply in love with his art, which claims a man with all his thoughts for itself alone. Anyone who wants to devote himself to the study of art must shun the society of others. In fact, a man who gives his time to the problems of art is never alone and lacks food for thought, and those who attribute an artist's love of solitude to outlandishness and eccentricity are mistaken, seeing that anyone who wants to do good work must rid himself of all cares and burdens: the artist must have time and opportunity for reflection and solitude and concentration.

  (George Vasari, 1568)

C H I A R O S C U R O

The Supper at Emmaus

Caravaggio

An Experiment on a Bird in the Air Pump

Joseph Wright of Derby

The Young Singer 

Georges de La Tour

P R O J E C T S

HE SAID to himself as he walked through a great lonely park: "How beautiful she would be in one of those gorgeous and elaborate court costumes, as, in the soft evening air, she descended the marble stairs of a palace facing broad lawns and lakes! For by nature she has the air of a princess.

Later, passing through a little street he stopped in front of a print shop, and looking through a portfolio and finding a picture of a tropical scene, he thought: "No! it is not in a palace that I should like to cherish her dear life. We should never feel at home in one. Besides there would be no place on those gold encrusted walls to hang her portrait; and in those formal halls there is never an intimate corner. Decidedly here I have found the place in which to live and cultivate the dream of my life." 

And while his eyes continued to examine every detail of the print, he went on musing: "A lovely wooden cabin by the sea and all around those curious glossy trees whose names I have forgotten... in the air an in definable, an intoxicating fragrance... in the cabin the heavy scent of musk and roses... and farther, behind our little domain, the tops of masts rocking on the waves... all around us, beyond our bedroom with its shutters softening the glare to a rosy glow, and decorated with cool mats and heady flowers and Portuguese rococo chairs of heavy somber wood (where she will sit so calmly and well fanned, smoking her slightly opiumed tobacco), and beyond the veranda, the twittering of birds drunk with the sun and the chattering of little negro girls... while at night, as an accompaniment to my dreams, the plaintive song of the music-trees , the melancholy filaos! Yes, truly this is the setting I have been looking for. What do I want of a palace?"

And a little father on, as he was walking along a wide avenue, he noticed a cozy little inn, and in the window, gay with curtains of striped calico, two laughing faces. And instantly: "Really," he cried, "what a vagabond my mind must be to go looking so far afield for pleasure that is so near at hand. Pleasure and happiness are to be found in the first inn you fire, gaudy crockery, a passable supper, a vigorous wine, and a very wide bed with sheets, a little coarse, but cool; what could be better?"

And going home at that hour of the day when Wisdom's counsels are not silenced by the roar of the outside world, he said to himself: "I  have possessed tree homes today, and was equally happy in all of them. Why should I drive my body from place to place, when my soul travels so lightly? And why carry out one's projects, since the project is sufficient pleasure in itself?"

-CHARLES BAUDELAIRE 

Albert Hammond Jr. -In Transit

This song just pulled me out of my Saturday slump.

ALEX AND CHLOE

Chloe's Woods to Water

I love love love this necklace.

Let's pretend we don't exist
Let's pretend we're in Antarctica

Dan Rossen (Grizzly Bear & Department of Eagles)- Deep Blue Sea

Jacques Henri Lartigue

Mardi Gras with Bouboutte, Louis, Robert and Zissou

Paris, 1903

Zissou as a Ghost, Villa 'Les Marronniers' Chatel-Guyon

July 1905

My favorite French TV show.
MORNING LIVE!
DE 7H A 9H, L'EMISSION QUI REVIELLE TES VOISINS!

Corie Jones

Untitled, white charcoal on paper, 2008

Tracey Emin

 Terminal 1, 2000

Query: When we are dreaming and, as often happens, have a dim consciousness of the fact and try to wake, do we not say and do things which in waking life would be insane? May we not then sometimes define insanity as an inability to distinguish which is the waking and which is the sleeping life?

Léopold Rabus, I heart you.

Die Beerdigung des Fuchses, 2007

Damien Hirst

MCA DENVER presents Damien Hirst's signature works, including Saint Sebastian, Exquisite Pain, 2007 from his Natural History series presenting animals preserved in formaldehyde and displayed in large glass vitrines. His butterfly paintings offer a sense of beauty, vulnerability and tragedy. A medicine cabinet sculpture connects animals and humans to science as pharmaceuticals are created using a combination of synthetic and organic materials. Hirst's work addresses various themes, largely in response to his personal experience and background. Religion and mortality are reflected through his Pop sensibility which is direct, yet tongue-in-cheek. Often evoking outrage, intrigue and awe, Hirst challenges established social attitudes through new explorations of classical themes in art to offer new perspectives on questions of life and death. He is regarded among the most successful living artists working today and is recognized as the preeminent YBA (Young British Artist.)

"Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime."
-Wise Owl

Merci et Au Revior

crucified on a cross in front of all my closest friends

Deerhunter-Calvary Scars/Aux Out

...i can't stop listening to this song

For The Doud
Spring Break 09!

Warhol’s Wide World

In less than 48 hours  hours I'll be on my way to Paris 

with my homegirl.

The lovely T.Pills

I LOVE the stillness of the wood:

I love the music of the rill:

I love to couch in pensive mood

Upon some silent hill.