tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25015438169996503292024-03-21T17:32:54.103-07:00languageobsceneA house of loose morals, high art and burning words.ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-20482164880005776552010-03-01T11:20:00.000-08:002010-03-02T11:03:43.136-08:00Hookers and War- The World of Otto Dix<a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwoz1m9iI3OuhcfDT1J0yZf_skNSoWZLHrVQvArJ3YSvhsb2mUBSM9nEgja1jrthrslZbiBUCAwrWqaopon7mMQBMjNB9lmhChzlxGuA2kPLsDTT28yUt9uJTHOmX3cT0bFZv91v4SuO9a/s1600-h/1934death.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwoz1m9iI3OuhcfDT1J0yZf_skNSoWZLHrVQvArJ3YSvhsb2mUBSM9nEgja1jrthrslZbiBUCAwrWqaopon7mMQBMjNB9lmhChzlxGuA2kPLsDTT28yUt9uJTHOmX3cT0bFZv91v4SuO9a/s320/1934death.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372813132368277186" border="0" /></a><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVF8tmV9xZRUOFyHT_awDEnwJUenZkj0eP6-G6yJAAI8PQi3HklU6FP2Y_y9PNJQYIOznG8orC5Pg2aH7E01jNyH5yaO-MOSvbsvkpDwbKqn0ouurU448-5JB6tHRYCyiqaTmF7ba2kTqd/s1600-h/1933sins.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVF8tmV9xZRUOFyHT_awDEnwJUenZkj0eP6-G6yJAAI8PQi3HklU6FP2Y_y9PNJQYIOznG8orC5Pg2aH7E01jNyH5yaO-MOSvbsvkpDwbKqn0ouurU448-5JB6tHRYCyiqaTmF7ba2kTqd/s320/1933sins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372815063673336530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Otto Dix</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"> </span>was a German painter, Sagittarius, possible sex addict, and one time leader of a machine gun unit.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />After joining the First World War Dix rose to the ranks of Vice Sergeant Major and was also awarded the Iron Cross. In 1915 he was involved in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_the_Somme">Battle of the Somme</a>, which is one of the most violent blood baths in the history of war. Over 1.5 million people were killed, and Dix was wounded many times. He suffered deeply from his experiences during combat and often had recurring nightmares. I'm sure all the Thorazine, Stelazine, Lithium and Lorazepam in the free world couldn't dowse the screamin' Post Traumatic Stress Disorder he more than likely suffered from.<br /><br />His works penetrate like a horrid nightmare. Violence mingles with scenes of lurid sexuality and crowded surrealism. Paralyzed veterans play cards together. Morbidly obese prostitutes hang out with emaciated prostitutes. Bruise-blue prostitutes squeeze their tits in bars washed in garish hues. Sometimes he paints himself painting prostitutes.<br /><br />He really, really liked to paint prostitutes.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKzM6WPjhre206YDwGrzL-uAl1_pQU1rZPjsxMhMGtWscX8g2PZ32f6tWbMhly614MzcbC94hSflNefWRDIOonP3F53q3t5g1o_CpH4CsRSvvz7sphVCfyeIODtFb9fLsSuCcTVAd9JY2i/s1600-h/dixcoverFFF.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKzM6WPjhre206YDwGrzL-uAl1_pQU1rZPjsxMhMGtWscX8g2PZ32f6tWbMhly614MzcbC94hSflNefWRDIOonP3F53q3t5g1o_CpH4CsRSvvz7sphVCfyeIODtFb9fLsSuCcTVAd9JY2i/s320/dixcoverFFF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442977845705492098" border="0" /></a><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWEzJQ6MnZ3YzN04giVTF3jpNQs_GeHPw-2RbTFODMshBKURJ6zOE4dr90yIANwZdXBaPDRkLvrOAOya3XjbOTplQZYTadfG8c7EYFsrzIxvqDgMLr4BVAy2w9m4uwQNpmm6R48bDkPW9T/s1600-h/08_dix_the-salon-il.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWEzJQ6MnZ3YzN04giVTF3jpNQs_GeHPw-2RbTFODMshBKURJ6zOE4dr90yIANwZdXBaPDRkLvrOAOya3XjbOTplQZYTadfG8c7EYFsrzIxvqDgMLr4BVAy2w9m4uwQNpmm6R48bDkPW9T/s320/08_dix_the-salon-il.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372815066971241682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHiMEkSw9VOne7DZ0oro_D-rxBp0uF2HFN8bk2niPiCJr6WNX5aTqsLGmL6fBjUYQnPRL09AfTTAZTLQEzbOcFmv5nckBBKPLUNUlRmW1Rl9cM46OAhs5UnPmp96NwB-uE4Ldafns13B9-/s1600-h/kuspit12-13-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHiMEkSw9VOne7DZ0oro_D-rxBp0uF2HFN8bk2niPiCJr6WNX5aTqsLGmL6fBjUYQnPRL09AfTTAZTLQEzbOcFmv5nckBBKPLUNUlRmW1Rl9cM46OAhs5UnPmp96NwB-uE4Ldafns13B9-/s320/kuspit12-13-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443014616421793394" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF8xvGZBw-y38wSvf2idEj2FVl-t9R0Skh6AFB5EUHUfdRulLOkoKS77lR0dE25qb7PzUoTPPQseQmVgY-Nv0WXlwkiyd5CJ-RO8icpbl8qvkMnjuO-1eDPrxcGxmAj18NZKwa09emshsu/s1600-h/otto+dix1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF8xvGZBw-y38wSvf2idEj2FVl-t9R0Skh6AFB5EUHUfdRulLOkoKS77lR0dE25qb7PzUoTPPQseQmVgY-Nv0WXlwkiyd5CJ-RO8icpbl8qvkMnjuO-1eDPrxcGxmAj18NZKwa09emshsu/s320/otto+dix1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443464666166340450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Every corner of his canvas seems to suffer- suffocating the viewer with deranged paranoia and grief. Even during his later years when attempting a lilting portrait of his daughter frolicking among flowers, he manages an eerie quality- the fauna almost seeming a little clingy, threatening.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXB5D9GW34t6I82quIYNwpNPLd5aEneJ5UXKDBW4lEj34OIkOdS6bDCRNBzWh8iCYhehM8VQ5NB8lQjtnY8yLsvgHLD1bAplbgrCwPEbOtg9nkhjgHy46TlmKVIPLaDzyYCtrgWldhzW5L/s1600-h/1924nelly.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXB5D9GW34t6I82quIYNwpNPLd5aEneJ5UXKDBW4lEj34OIkOdS6bDCRNBzWh8iCYhehM8VQ5NB8lQjtnY8yLsvgHLD1bAplbgrCwPEbOtg9nkhjgHy46TlmKVIPLaDzyYCtrgWldhzW5L/s320/1924nelly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442995807484181618" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Among his more famous paintings include the dazzling triptych <a href="http://www.artinthepicture.com/artists/Otto_Dix/metropolis.jpeg">Metropolis</a> and his stylized, demented<a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/59/Otto_Dix_Sy_von_Harden.jpg"> Portrait of the Journalist Sylvia von Harden</a>. He is however perhaps best known for his series of fifty etchings titled "Der Krieg"- a detailing of battlefield horror in what is considered by many to be one of the most compelling statements on war ever achieved. This shit makes Francis Bacon look like Thomas Kinkade. Stormtroopers in gas masks charge at you. Infested skeletons grimace and cower in death. They offer a troublesome record of the terror and emotional pain Dix must have suffered in battle and are detailed with extraordinary expertise. Each piece is more vile and thrilling than the next.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqcYtz-q7HkSKyGk_X7dRsn77t3u3j-g583e2VDZTjOCEljxbJkt-gJc-TLXamXchNRCogpL7GQZeONBWItX7ehYFIF1ny97tBYEpQ7Ryr0v2f3-I20U4LTT7lElLCCTEZhrVVXLSD1mUu/s1600-h/FWWtoller3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqcYtz-q7HkSKyGk_X7dRsn77t3u3j-g583e2VDZTjOCEljxbJkt-gJc-TLXamXchNRCogpL7GQZeONBWItX7ehYFIF1ny97tBYEpQ7Ryr0v2f3-I20U4LTT7lElLCCTEZhrVVXLSD1mUu/s320/FWWtoller3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442997719505735730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrqBlAXq5c4IYIiGVLMZ6XbvDnAm73MjgjVPuPtH3txFcndvGmhas7JBI2Y3qVN4ZNScenZxx0Kgt1m_nCjfdlrQWgtZP6WPAWD7efKr_Ul5BqZQL83UffFD-tjSzqN9sG9z2hL-1tuuz/s1600-h/OD_EXHI005383_600.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrqBlAXq5c4IYIiGVLMZ6XbvDnAm73MjgjVPuPtH3txFcndvGmhas7JBI2Y3qVN4ZNScenZxx0Kgt1m_nCjfdlrQWgtZP6WPAWD7efKr_Ul5BqZQL83UffFD-tjSzqN9sG9z2hL-1tuuz/s320/OD_EXHI005383_600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443000060309319602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1cmVIEG9Q1ZHbHQaUqLpYFFN1jBvrqN6fTbkmAwlvIBltafe9OXe8TChgXpYzAJdFx8s7vzU7yg9mYfmRxngUdMr0l9SANihjuksIkfVtyTqSmsjcWE_0qTduHhdYWniOb8G4fuvEygIQ/s1600-h/otto_lg_080904024133942_wideweb__300x200.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1cmVIEG9Q1ZHbHQaUqLpYFFN1jBvrqN6fTbkmAwlvIBltafe9OXe8TChgXpYzAJdFx8s7vzU7yg9mYfmRxngUdMr0l9SANihjuksIkfVtyTqSmsjcWE_0qTduHhdYWniOb8G4fuvEygIQ/s320/otto_lg_080904024133942_wideweb__300x200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443000066329158514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgAemg10jdWPbrwR3eW96dMTJOiYiu2KTl8ymD36WO6eIP1q_TBqzLRE8IAgKXUaRcB1sopJRXBR7hRmZpSEL6YNpKLfXR3WCFq3b6yHLNVNVTk9C03M27ioPnM96GP0ByRl3XMv9DrxV/s1600-h/MachineGunnersAdvancing.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgAemg10jdWPbrwR3eW96dMTJOiYiu2KTl8ymD36WO6eIP1q_TBqzLRE8IAgKXUaRcB1sopJRXBR7hRmZpSEL6YNpKLfXR3WCFq3b6yHLNVNVTk9C03M27ioPnM96GP0ByRl3XMv9DrxV/s320/MachineGunnersAdvancing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443000732841173298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">When Hitler came to power in Germany, many of Dix's works were destroyed by the Nazis- his anti-military work pissing them off big time. (I'm assuming they didn't mind the paintings of the prostitutes.) He was essentially declared a degenerate and they fucked with him constantly- forbidding him to exhibit or teach. Under Hitler's rule Dix could only be an artist in Germany if he joined the Imperial Chamber of Fine Arts (controlled by the Nazi government, of course) and agreed to only paint landscapes. He reluctantly joined so he could continue working and then proceeded to paint a series of bleak landscapes with coded messages against the Nazis. A notable example can be found in "Flanders"- <span style="font-size:78%;">(pictured below)</span> a drab, rotting piece where almost subliminal corpses absorb into the landscape. At one point Dix was arrested (and later released) on charges of conspiring to kill Hitler and was later pressured to join the German Army in the final months of World War II. As if things hadn't sucked enough for this guy, he ended up being captured by French Troops.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiArXDvDMDq-ZzOTl668WwIx1KwU1wVVmzVClaSG7QQ6jnIahXeajKDZ6Z9meQyvjP_WCOm6cED939CIHNoFLOu35qlK4_4rS54WApBhdlWazUpdFMKpSMO4bfoc7qsGrthyphenhyphenkSbBkZ2mv3o/s1600-h/dix3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiArXDvDMDq-ZzOTl668WwIx1KwU1wVVmzVClaSG7QQ6jnIahXeajKDZ6Z9meQyvjP_WCOm6cED939CIHNoFLOu35qlK4_4rS54WApBhdlWazUpdFMKpSMO4bfoc7qsGrthyphenhyphenkSbBkZ2mv3o/s320/dix3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443009977034207410" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I love Dix. And perhaps my most compelling reason to love him is that he is responsible for creating the scariest piece of art in the history of the universe- "At the Mirror". <span style="font-size:78%;">(pictured below) </span>This was completed in 1921 and makes the chick coming out of the bathtub in "The Shining" look pretty hot.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAD-oFCLZPRAbK75PP4xF0gmltfajRvepeR4mhkDvmZBBV60XvZOE8ZN4r5FzSLdwP0rfL6dZybUKrzPjG62yxc1L-bRccWcpKYgzncgNwLvgbAELivj8g5-e5ZWJ4DhHoIKvn4uOGgada/s1600-h/1921mirror.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAD-oFCLZPRAbK75PP4xF0gmltfajRvepeR4mhkDvmZBBV60XvZOE8ZN4r5FzSLdwP0rfL6dZybUKrzPjG62yxc1L-bRccWcpKYgzncgNwLvgbAELivj8g5-e5ZWJ4DhHoIKvn4uOGgada/s320/1921mirror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443467263974399106" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >(click on images to enlarge)</span><br /></div>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-43700433575157387172010-03-01T11:07:00.000-08:002010-03-01T19:53:32.462-08:00The Master.<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/isFf3t_4Zbk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/isFf3t_4Zbk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-2691212978007419232009-08-13T08:47:00.000-07:002009-08-13T10:23:54.816-07:00Paul Emile Berthon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggenSYm1UwXF4qDZgLyEMB1WhwVTUhYizTEW4_DXkXHWcoinNMrXbnuKdOXSjB7DjsO8-NyFOUv4OLSg4nSSw9qgDO31RMYbvO0a3ZCoJNWc_gZPCkwP8fUO9jFFK8JHt0xxY1re06asVJ/s1600-h/Paul_Berthon-LesChrysanthemes-1899.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggenSYm1UwXF4qDZgLyEMB1WhwVTUhYizTEW4_DXkXHWcoinNMrXbnuKdOXSjB7DjsO8-NyFOUv4OLSg4nSSw9qgDO31RMYbvO0a3ZCoJNWc_gZPCkwP8fUO9jFFK8JHt0xxY1re06asVJ/s320/Paul_Berthon-LesChrysanthemes-1899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369480018842654626" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1rNA61rS9O04Vn-dzi45o4bK7_M3cFZgrZXlaRN0ALOQf8n9-1a3B7QcC1NxV26fxDMF31W1jccHYr6InYakdTjzzVSsAqRpwHf3__AfZIGoDblu5uqcUOp9qYGJZCCH6M8LZaEEAl36/s1600-h/berthon_paul_emile_satresgracieusemajeste.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1rNA61rS9O04Vn-dzi45o4bK7_M3cFZgrZXlaRN0ALOQf8n9-1a3B7QcC1NxV26fxDMF31W1jccHYr6InYakdTjzzVSsAqRpwHf3__AfZIGoDblu5uqcUOp9qYGJZCCH6M8LZaEEAl36/s320/berthon_paul_emile_satresgracieusemajeste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369480850726473282" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I know almost nothing about <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >Paul Emile Berthon</span>- and from what I can tell no one else does, either. It's possible I'm just being lazy, but I did try..<br /><br />I know he was born in 1872 and died in 1909 at the age of 37. I have no clue how he passed, but I like to think he died during an act of coitus with some model during a lunar eclipse on a bed of lettuce. Or something equally magical.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCf7_iEJJLJuHwTUOqbOtwlPW_zlpFv1IqN4vRXdyB1iGDGOfpjGTweoh50TQUF37u5RDQmXisv4zmrZoVha94J2OnJYcEA2ZC4wI7gu501a0xifQHDVkunbZXBmnW9BAixMzfBERSm0P2/s1600-h/berthon_paul_emile_femmedeprofil.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCf7_iEJJLJuHwTUOqbOtwlPW_zlpFv1IqN4vRXdyB1iGDGOfpjGTweoh50TQUF37u5RDQmXisv4zmrZoVha94J2OnJYcEA2ZC4wI7gu501a0xifQHDVkunbZXBmnW9BAixMzfBERSm0P2/s320/berthon_paul_emile_femmedeprofil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369480973378456034" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnY3mKbN-0zcq-sd2LvxXOF5dL7-2s3W1Z_Pc_L1Qb1hzk8Eq_7jNH9xy6bNGS6TVd0amErtmW-wiWWJKrP3MW03GfoL_M9FXuZJ0U8s8d3dh56oOZ3MgPmQnoDamYIq4GKsltfzTEctti/s1600-h/Berthon-LeLivreDeMagda-1898.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnY3mKbN-0zcq-sd2LvxXOF5dL7-2s3W1Z_Pc_L1Qb1hzk8Eq_7jNH9xy6bNGS6TVd0amErtmW-wiWWJKrP3MW03GfoL_M9FXuZJ0U8s8d3dh56oOZ3MgPmQnoDamYIq4GKsltfzTEctti/s320/Berthon-LeLivreDeMagda-1898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369480619741240658" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Along with Alfons Mucha, he was part of the Art Nouveau movement, studying under Eugene Grasset- </span><span style="font-size:130%;">another formidable artist associated with the decorative arts style. His lithographs are extraordinary, gentle treatments of women dressed in a lush palette of golds and gem stone-like color. Influenced strongly by Japanese prints and flora and fauna- these elements are strong within his work as well. Most of his posters do not include script, allowing them even more freedom to stand alone as wonderful works of art.<br /><br />Oh, and he lived in Paris and had a moustache.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhoRhREnYx06gtVvEhLwqliV2Tpn3p0mQDNDBh9fiFzc0o10P7bvK-9yAbjvD0Yetn76r3vzvhymoFQ6VD1dlUNjE-fQsBD8PIt8G8H0NAjn57GgGd-f7loT7qBZCc64-_2SBtvS_xoyl/s1600-h/0000-2374_La-Joyeuse-de-Flute-Posters-2-d0c74-2c8ac.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhoRhREnYx06gtVvEhLwqliV2Tpn3p0mQDNDBh9fiFzc0o10P7bvK-9yAbjvD0Yetn76r3vzvhymoFQ6VD1dlUNjE-fQsBD8PIt8G8H0NAjn57GgGd-f7loT7qBZCc64-_2SBtvS_xoyl/s320/0000-2374_La-Joyeuse-de-Flute-Posters-2-d0c74-2c8ac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369480609286858290" border="0" /></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUN3YKwkF4oeLua93BtxGPJjO2czMPaaRNVAobNY0tRa5LzGJ26YmaUbtYIYVGhcWpruXaGRqxRW638N853VagJL4_dzkCs-oFfgfwlMRwXFXQArzaOLkjLpCBs-ZLvR1sbNBX5f2TCtej/s1600-h/2245-7da23.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUN3YKwkF4oeLua93BtxGPJjO2czMPaaRNVAobNY0tRa5LzGJ26YmaUbtYIYVGhcWpruXaGRqxRW638N853VagJL4_dzkCs-oFfgfwlMRwXFXQArzaOLkjLpCBs-ZLvR1sbNBX5f2TCtej/s320/2245-7da23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369480025684386210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmPRwhrZgW0y0jne3O9XMcS-EbO7Wh03BkqWQ1HUG6_SBVU3LehHeyDbkdX3DOXAz8uffnbh0JVizsVnXAsSpjQ8VAEFFIerH8ztUv_TP26sWOYNMDF2QviYzy8N4QOFAI6M65NlpKa1q/s1600-h/Berthon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmPRwhrZgW0y0jne3O9XMcS-EbO7Wh03BkqWQ1HUG6_SBVU3LehHeyDbkdX3DOXAz8uffnbh0JVizsVnXAsSpjQ8VAEFFIerH8ztUv_TP26sWOYNMDF2QviYzy8N4QOFAI6M65NlpKa1q/s320/Berthon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369480358404527730" border="0" /></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMAWAMI8HQQ7m6st-bIowR4KqL_9vYQfijYDmgIjz5PcFjMCeRyOSH-vYEu9SngQUTAhtptxvWgrk1oN67IZozhkjbsH4kXDCw4IWp7BTd9vMEWsHDDpI7JR7ZkbYT0GCO4RLsUQERBXo/s1600-h/689560730_L-e60b2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMAWAMI8HQQ7m6st-bIowR4KqL_9vYQfijYDmgIjz5PcFjMCeRyOSH-vYEu9SngQUTAhtptxvWgrk1oN67IZozhkjbsH4kXDCw4IWp7BTd9vMEWsHDDpI7JR7ZkbYT0GCO4RLsUQERBXo/s320/689560730_L-e60b2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369480214341633330" border="0" /></a></div>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-39864403321341664792009-08-11T09:34:00.000-07:002009-08-11T16:25:48.045-07:00Unica Zürn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy_-jFSEl4cywPqhEScNNpt0AHb7zyZ_hyphenhyphenXi9bzUWMFEXR1ytqJfOSdjoZXcKKASXMcOiXW6ZdMXy5i-Waaf0Oz_Juo0bqQJqXLXxz5aXQeBvFCAQmiGUVVTmPvzX3FFDrItxMKQ23ZFwT/s1600-h/zurn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy_-jFSEl4cywPqhEScNNpt0AHb7zyZ_hyphenhyphenXi9bzUWMFEXR1ytqJfOSdjoZXcKKASXMcOiXW6ZdMXy5i-Waaf0Oz_Juo0bqQJqXLXxz5aXQeBvFCAQmiGUVVTmPvzX3FFDrItxMKQ23ZFwT/s320/zurn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368761350640109634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDqP0l9SBetw0Ry0DOgqppD8vIJ3Jg9UX6JQOio3tkbWzy91AeOXNacxvwwPwxfuGEAI3gEo5f22omAhmXrkZwnYECjXLnkLYx_PRRm1yD7RcZ2dKuZoMUVQMT8gTikP3gJVuQOvrx6yna/s1600-h/233_abad979cd1d67e570fadd1f1530d15e9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDqP0l9SBetw0Ry0DOgqppD8vIJ3Jg9UX6JQOio3tkbWzy91AeOXNacxvwwPwxfuGEAI3gEo5f22omAhmXrkZwnYECjXLnkLYx_PRRm1yD7RcZ2dKuZoMUVQMT8gTikP3gJVuQOvrx6yna/s320/233_abad979cd1d67e570fadd1f1530d15e9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368762082991560578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" >Unica Zürn</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;">was a </span><span style="font-size:130%;">German author and painter, born in 1916. She is known mainly </span><span style="font-size:130%;">for her strange line drawings, being prone to depression and for</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> really liking anagrams. The latter</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> probably meant she was an amazing Scrabble player. In 1953 she met the German surrealist Hans Bellmer, who promptly made her his lover, model and muse. As a result she was </span><span style="font-size:130%;">now involved with th</span><span style="font-size:130%;">e surrealist movement, and was soon </span><span style="font-size:130%;">running in so</span><span style="font-size:130%;">cial circles which included the likes of Man Ray and Henri Michaux. Michaux was ex</span><span style="font-size:130%;">perimenting heavily with mescaline at the time as a </span><span style="font-size:130%;">means of freeing latent creative ideas, and Zurn participated as well. It was this drug use that contributed to her mental decline and as a result her already fragile psyche further collapsed and she was diagnosed with schizophrenia.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibj-skCSU9yBceStRdSGsMPZaNME-0WGFshDEBXXu1p1HYbrXXHdN2SZmE5yDvBQH_ZihzJaA2cXU7z91oFA3p7UOt0oflhNiNE_abHqKFT_jOirHyw-ms1rlZF6oJ5rEkK6bmQ5x_bp5s/s1600-h/unica_zurn_01_350x470.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibj-skCSU9yBceStRdSGsMPZaNME-0WGFshDEBXXu1p1HYbrXXHdN2SZmE5yDvBQH_ZihzJaA2cXU7z91oFA3p7UOt0oflhNiNE_abHqKFT_jOirHyw-ms1rlZF6oJ5rEkK6bmQ5x_bp5s/s320/unica_zurn_01_350x470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368761353338236786" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgufte3VEJDILglQfvGqv0pe9zKUjGz9kGs6RW4gn1tZ8lf979dFguFnSRvPpk3A-VY6FK-uFkj5VDLpGAAK_UV_8f6QCST5yd8Zwq1H6lmGFVM1_-6IeWBt4H82z1ykpLUhye9DJen5jsA/s1600-h/unica-zurn-1955_1170802414.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgufte3VEJDILglQfvGqv0pe9zKUjGz9kGs6RW4gn1tZ8lf979dFguFnSRvPpk3A-VY6FK-uFkj5VDLpGAAK_UV_8f6QCST5yd8Zwq1H6lmGFVM1_-6IeWBt4H82z1ykpLUhye9DJen5jsA/s320/unica-zurn-1955_1170802414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368761760056527890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Despite this diagnosis, Zurn continued to be prolific, producing many line drawings and three written works. Her drawings are warbly-lined, uneasy fantasies depicting mythical creatures, tenuous landscapes and ominous versions of herself. These drawings are clearly manifestations of her growing mental agitation, often dealing with themes of isolation, multiple personalities, and despair. There is a playful, child-like quality to them as well, but always with a somber undercurrent.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVQ4tmopNYzg29MHqI0CgVFMD6_5vHC_GE6zRKadFxsffO_e30-KDQ9dQWssJ0PvPRDI-zc_lJDMFtg6KYN6UWE8zD74PuhcFwRYXszMl3hS8nBZzJY9VdrUrodRVxaG6p6bm4dc9eGuWV/s1600-h/Unica+Zurn+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVQ4tmopNYzg29MHqI0CgVFMD6_5vHC_GE6zRKadFxsffO_e30-KDQ9dQWssJ0PvPRDI-zc_lJDMFtg6KYN6UWE8zD74PuhcFwRYXszMl3hS8nBZzJY9VdrUrodRVxaG6p6bm4dc9eGuWV/s320/Unica+Zurn+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368762176853067010" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuk0zpIscI0NgaVnFD9wiQL8Wz1ienePTW2rUBiD3RTsFoMIOqc3SUHTiyicCTpcutqfk7OLk2rZUf0ShOCHJnROCzb9755ojM9GEq2nVRXu8zg61ZoqY8NXqiWKcFdib7IfoGIWnlXcLD/s1600-h/96yxrbe3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuk0zpIscI0NgaVnFD9wiQL8Wz1ienePTW2rUBiD3RTsFoMIOqc3SUHTiyicCTpcutqfk7OLk2rZUf0ShOCHJnROCzb9755ojM9GEq2nVRXu8zg61ZoqY8NXqiWKcFdib7IfoGIWnlXcLD/s320/96yxrbe3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368763605062126882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Her written works consist of a book of anagrams called <u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">Hexentexte</u> and two volumes of prose- <u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">Jasmine M</u><u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">an</u> and <u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">Sombre Spring</u>- the confessional material in both further evidence of her mental decline.<br /><br />During a leave from a mental institution, while growing increasingly distraught over her emotional health and the health of Bellmer following a stroke, Zurn jumped out of their apartment window to her death. About five years later, in 1975, following a long illness, Bellmer died and was buried next to Zurn. The gravestone they share bears the lines that Bellmer had written for her funeral wreath years prior- <span style="font-style: italic;">Mon Amour le suivra dans l'Eternite</span>- "My love will follow you into eternity."<br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />(click on images to enlarge)</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif1jmQEE5Wl0i5wsh-PSqxqeaxdIDmB4skUsaf38glFUmNuarwtYr8-IiiBVHPPbeEHy9Hc2mFZm8DM_CWUK4olCRoZYjPFQ-Sn_gdvj4pBzR7Hrbkk1oe_DzdNA6ux_iEw2kQ4JTBCrP2/s1600-h/3112058675_32df1d9c6c_b-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif1jmQEE5Wl0i5wsh-PSqxqeaxdIDmB4skUsaf38glFUmNuarwtYr8-IiiBVHPPbeEHy9Hc2mFZm8DM_CWUK4olCRoZYjPFQ-Sn_gdvj4pBzR7Hrbkk1oe_DzdNA6ux_iEw2kQ4JTBCrP2/s320/3112058675_32df1d9c6c_b-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368761968590274914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbXfkoAWOu9D3VbkxHtvBwh-zue6OLtAnuzqTT6NhooFYPPSVGoOmkgJdXe6JHFF5F0jRevFi4xLn_4VWwPToy5VMerRydSg0pfywXoDi1c3a9G_VRPszrGQctOpSvBt99ESJR0HYivaWQ/s1600-h/Zurn_18.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbXfkoAWOu9D3VbkxHtvBwh-zue6OLtAnuzqTT6NhooFYPPSVGoOmkgJdXe6JHFF5F0jRevFi4xLn_4VWwPToy5VMerRydSg0pfywXoDi1c3a9G_VRPszrGQctOpSvBt99ESJR0HYivaWQ/s320/Zurn_18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368763439613770322" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42NXKuGnqZf1wctnwXhWOFhG0cRBQpPMSgUVGgbGdcvhGsWmz35rAzkQnAL50bcBIDBXktRofUIPBFaOySs4EkL1ctsKehmlsOzNto8zxawXPym8VYEUNmIwzvaj43GxfV4MT25DsG1cm/s1600-h/358312255_434b5d70a9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh42NXKuGnqZf1wctnwXhWOFhG0cRBQpPMSgUVGgbGdcvhGsWmz35rAzkQnAL50bcBIDBXktRofUIPBFaOySs4EkL1ctsKehmlsOzNto8zxawXPym8VYEUNmIwzvaj43GxfV4MT25DsG1cm/s320/358312255_434b5d70a9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368761755838168434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /></div>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-51152485224099804372009-08-07T06:43:00.000-07:002009-08-07T16:11:47.485-07:00Dorothea Tanning's Birthday Suit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnd2494p5KhEF6a0X6OWR1YtdwLwm6_1pECbyc7wIKcbHnOEfDswpbGiAoI3UAWGV-HYiiT28NXwjFjq37p3ysqzeTX6Fu644nQqswTVUXKneE9Jb8kjik-607X1XGFIj2em87bJYDyTVX/s1600-h/dorothea_tanning_gallery_7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnd2494p5KhEF6a0X6OWR1YtdwLwm6_1pECbyc7wIKcbHnOEfDswpbGiAoI3UAWGV-HYiiT28NXwjFjq37p3ysqzeTX6Fu644nQqswTVUXKneE9Jb8kjik-607X1XGFIj2em87bJYDyTVX/s320/dorothea_tanning_gallery_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367232024763680034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Dorothea Tanning </span>ha</span><span style="font-size:130%;">s been dubbed "the oldest living surrealist"</span><span style="font-size:130%;">. She's friggin' 98 years old. She was born in Illinois in 1910 and lived most of her life in Paris. In 1942 she married fellow surrealist- the famous Max Ernst- and becam</span><span style="font-size:130%;">e his fourth wife. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaHZ0Np5E97TDSWrdpqjsjrTAhTljgzzo67_IG2hQ9O2wjdH5Sr_6MrGKYFNcgPrKOimsU8VMV_XC3RnzfYgNx1PUMnTdbRUin1sJeSEVL3Qa-g9R7kELWMaiC7aTh4JW13q4MOW3rk8Vn/s1600-h/Birthdaytanning.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaHZ0Np5E97TDSWrdpqjsjrTAhTljgzzo67_IG2hQ9O2wjdH5Sr_6MrGKYFNcgPrKOimsU8VMV_XC3RnzfYgNx1PUMnTdbRUin1sJeSEVL3Qa-g9R7kELWMaiC7aTh4JW13q4MOW3rk8Vn/s320/Birthdaytanning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367231470935497010" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOaNLFzlLEw1k72LtzYhz7AaSKqybN-Gm4l1vcDHNXBJd2spoptKEFVXJrNcqJJHnJoUTvgif7FuJgIAO8o8CigmFQ-GCuOC373lYCxdD5zRSiWbhapT1o_d0owOYXfEeIznQa0lgU9gf/s1600-h/61MHNW48MPL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOaNLFzlLEw1k72LtzYhz7AaSKqybN-Gm4l1vcDHNXBJd2spoptKEFVXJrNcqJJHnJoUTvgif7FuJgIAO8o8CigmFQ-GCuOC373lYCxdD5zRSiWbhapT1o_d0owOYXfEeIznQa0lgU9gf/s320/61MHNW48MPL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367232848363230018" border="0" /></a></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlWwfY_gnw5_l9_sxCKzM5uQZl8oZnziGg2qtetB88hJ6pFLDbYpKxuRH8qCBWZ-f75SkQsc6R1dsXSZW14J6r1KHi7TcwOwvKRK9fw3WOB8HWvp1No4afe-xKfkFYI0aJpTOhg9mfNDKx/s1600-h/The+Philosophers,+1952+1a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlWwfY_gnw5_l9_sxCKzM5uQZl8oZnziGg2qtetB88hJ6pFLDbYpKxuRH8qCBWZ-f75SkQsc6R1dsXSZW14J6r1KHi7TcwOwvKRK9fw3WOB8HWvp1No4afe-xKfkFYI0aJpTOhg9mfNDKx/s320/The+Philosophers,+1952+1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367243657257549618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheic_GLo6gd9PpoU73udzcf21gsbgWTNM9Y6plficijpkN1we7oSL_7dWFk3gW-L-oKK2rKS0_WDXzJGAVTMihnrS3BADk6TQxfI9kUXKjKXLfJvFtjQ9LliXMIvV9m-shhiJAHSaVdQ2E/s1600-h/artwork_images_423940866_387568_dorothea-tanning.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheic_GLo6gd9PpoU73udzcf21gsbgWTNM9Y6plficijpkN1we7oSL_7dWFk3gW-L-oKK2rKS0_WDXzJGAVTMihnrS3BADk6TQxfI9kUXKjKXLfJvFtjQ9LliXMIvV9m-shhiJAHSaVdQ2E/s320/artwork_images_423940866_387568_dorothea-tanning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367240265828630066" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ernst had a thing for surre</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">alist chicks, as he was previously involved with the painter Leo</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">nora Carrington (more on her another time).. Tanning and Ernst married in a double ceremony- which normally would be sort of white trash- but I'm guessing this one was pretty killer. The second groom was Man Ray- another crazy surrealist</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">. I forget who he was marrying. I am picturing the table center-pieces as giant crabs wearing bow ties with handle bar mustaches, or something. I also envision Dali in the corner kicking women and eating wine glasses. In any event, it was probably a pretty gnarly reception.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh17Kb-YMLlXpi9Pr8lRuRIjFLw-dw3C_gLxsljoR8luq3-J_tW7OlZYsewswUvX_jVjIPu-UUeLjX82E_k7AMPmF_33-ioPGkuRgIgZIwJceVfSKVc5VlyUt5mD5fEOonXU_w5ij03tF8d/s1600-h/dorothea_tanning_eine_kleine_shop_postcard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh17Kb-YMLlXpi9Pr8lRuRIjFLw-dw3C_gLxsljoR8luq3-J_tW7OlZYsewswUvX_jVjIPu-UUeLjX82E_k7AMPmF_33-ioPGkuRgIgZIwJceVfSKVc5VlyUt5mD5fEOonXU_w5ij03tF8d/s320/dorothea_tanning_eine_kleine_shop_postcard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367240825029246002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNDH4x0vqPJa1Itnm63U9g87Y04eDcDP0_TXciHT57LiA4MbUGgefmSA7XFuVFX5l1rPqmR8pQOlTYhtLSRLeHbiP3pwi5RY3LfiBLAUlvd0Q_hPIP5Zpbt34L591DI7BkKYOr54o7r6yI/s1600-h/Someroses.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 164px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNDH4x0vqPJa1Itnm63U9g87Y04eDcDP0_TXciHT57LiA4MbUGgefmSA7XFuVFX5l1rPqmR8pQOlTYhtLSRLeHbiP3pwi5RY3LfiBLAUlvd0Q_hPIP5Zpbt34L591DI7BkKYOr54o7r6yI/s320/Someroses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367241280998627618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tanning's paintings are clever, gorgeously executed works depicting lush fantasies, perverse fairy-tales and herself naked. In her most famous painting entitled <u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Birthday</u> we see Dorothea nonchalantly bearing her nude breasts, while otherwise clothed. It's a powerful, honest piece and caused some hushed whispering at the time. She is also an accomplished costume designer, set designer, sculptor, print-maker and poet. Her works changed as she got older, becoming more like geometric explosions of color. These pieces are equally compelling and beautiful.<br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">(click on images to enlarge)</span><br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRH2xD4U1zXGblAE32g-twtFOWUniaL4U1gJB6_GLw2uehCMB65MDtsJpcLq9NXNLWt7ipYPPqacKTVN2-ExTHCbv0UiqcC8sF0DBYkIcXA1F6rH8EpqICN9STvO20zrfmn-3VDYcCwgG/s1600-h/Insomnias.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRH2xD4U1zXGblAE32g-twtFOWUniaL4U1gJB6_GLw2uehCMB65MDtsJpcLq9NXNLWt7ipYPPqacKTVN2-ExTHCbv0UiqcC8sF0DBYkIcXA1F6rH8EpqICN9STvO20zrfmn-3VDYcCwgG/s320/Insomnias.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367231679157025890" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtd7k7Oa3S3OzS1sU3jRRau4kMWQBsN417mnB75w7cXzmz77EcOTUN1LRfe9VvyqlK2ffX-sCpJPFPuRktlVVBzF6RgtQ2vX0QBOFq5w7ZKfoE0AkLetOCJ31Q26B1VFfHfE3yj-y2cw1I/s1600-h/tanning.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtd7k7Oa3S3OzS1sU3jRRau4kMWQBsN417mnB75w7cXzmz77EcOTUN1LRfe9VvyqlK2ffX-sCpJPFPuRktlVVBzF6RgtQ2vX0QBOFq5w7ZKfoE0AkLetOCJ31Q26B1VFfHfE3yj-y2cw1I/s320/tanning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367231606544286258" border="0" /></a><br /></div>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-36668209684905525542009-08-07T06:20:00.000-07:002009-08-07T12:14:36.882-07:00Submissions.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsUY7hmDm2KjzhDkd6jLCgdP-pPpqaNvHuIzIDjsTs4L0QnGBdG-p7Iyd5wsdkiH7F-0WgW_3uPa6utpSS9y6Tkldjy7ZE8pvx2WGaOuJHs6Xsxx_xtX1-lZfOCTaBAvT6Zns-ZD8DGt2/s1600-h/bettie_page_bondage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsUY7hmDm2KjzhDkd6jLCgdP-pPpqaNvHuIzIDjsTs4L0QnGBdG-p7Iyd5wsdkiH7F-0WgW_3uPa6utpSS9y6Tkldjy7ZE8pvx2WGaOuJHs6Xsxx_xtX1-lZfOCTaBAvT6Zns-ZD8DGt2/s320/bettie_page_bondage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367214281495099874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />An open letter to the muse.</span></span><br /><br /><br />Cringe-worthy,<br />That's how you describe my work<br />and you're so right, little one.<br />I explode across your sky<br />You reduce me to a wet firecracker<br />and I walk away, shamed.<br />You stab me with your pen, repeatedly<br />I bleed only idiot prose.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >- Scott Ayan</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hurry!</span></span><br /><br /><br />Hand in the hell pot again<br />the other reconstructed on a moving chest<br />warm to the touch but bloodless<br />scurrying off to build lies, lies<br />you don't seem to mind<br />so I go deeper<br />force the shadow from under the mattress<br />push my fingers in the dark corners of the dresser drawers<br />find the hot notes of our first month<br />and press them to my naked heart.<br /><br />I spread them out on the bed and you ask who they're from.<br /><br />I sacrifice strands of my hair<br />light fat red candles<br />cover the floor in open books that you step over.<br />I follow you to the threshold<br />in the nightgown once ripped from me<br />that I've since sewn with dark thread<br />so I can trace it's scar, so it can be torn again.<br />My mind circles with lust<br />and I remind you the moon is almost full<br />and that the air is clean and bright and<br />that I want to fuck you on the neighbor's lawn.<br />You frown and force laughter<br />not knowing that I'm serious.<br />That I'm not asking- I'm telling.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >- anonymous</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Fiona and Elvis</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">This is alarmingly sexy, powerful, emotional and just straight up beautiful. A tremendous cover. I'm issuing a preemptive defense of this woman to any Fiona-haters out there. She is a hugely talented musician, song-writer, pianist, and delicious vocalist. Let's forgive her days of crawling around like an anorexic slut in that one music video. She was like friggin' 19 years old and pressured. Oh, and Elvis? He's the man, of course.<br /></div><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EiOmhOumh-w&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EiOmhOumh-w&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-75418602931594841142009-08-07T05:12:00.000-07:002009-08-07T08:44:45.172-07:00In Memoriam- John Hughes<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kfipl5BYBqo&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kfipl5BYBqo&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-83695856917129458602009-08-05T05:37:00.000-07:002009-08-05T10:19:43.159-07:00Tamara De Lempicka<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsuTlW0_orEeO4ACtdwgZ0aagM_Hk0nWPgCPOBAVil3DRBu8iyy4CXpSSymkIlpNTDpClF8Rs4LgUW-Ls292Vb6m1TJevTdtesYR5-BehEF7ELE24XxC8iuceHpDbFPacukA64fjnzUFr5/s1600-h/The-Convalescent,-1932.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxaoRJVOMWjHwCHXumyy4iPEwH8tcnW-pa0-qg3NMEY0IA2xOsUw-7qXKuLJYWOMct5tp6zgM4iiXXVuwNMn1iBByM0Pmk2SNbIO4CHKfXXv9wB4B4WZht7KjpPsuBUYeP6nKuKTVHaawt/s320/lempicka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366489737020942274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC01qQWVMUzT8uBpw45T5OpiwpoG8qGiVvc6BWOfCbdeHFLa_OUhTwQFO0T0eN-V0FgJHCKKYWAE3dKdZzVr5RUtBsD1-gsBNRVNGdCcMkYd3EZ9hbYpfYpgsltEmGHYBo5lt3cp6lsBE0/s1600-h/180px-Tamara_de_Lempicka.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC01qQWVMUzT8uBpw45T5OpiwpoG8qGiVvc6BWOfCbdeHFLa_OUhTwQFO0T0eN-V0FgJHCKKYWAE3dKdZzVr5RUtBsD1-gsBNRVNGdCcMkYd3EZ9hbYpfYpgsltEmGHYBo5lt3cp6lsBE0/s320/180px-Tamara_de_Lempicka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366487081838490690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Tamara De Lempicka </span></span><br />(born Maria Gorska) painted min</span><span style="font-size:130%;">d-boggl</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ingly sexy portraits- mostly of women- and was </span><span style="font-size:130%;">one of the pioneers of the art deco movement. Born in 1898 in </span><span style="font-size:130%;">Warsaw (or </span><span style="font-size:130%;">as she </span><span style="font-size:130%;">prefe</span><span style="font-size:130%;">rred- 1902 in Moscow) into a very wealthy family, Ta</span><span style="font-size:130%;">mara quickly </span><span style="font-size:130%;">grew restless after </span><span style="font-size:130%;">her parents divorced an</span><span style="font-size:130%;">d married Tadeuz Lempicka when she was 18 years old- after spotting him at an opera years earlier. He was a lawyer and tota</span><span style="font-size:130%;">l ladies man and was often out of work- p</span><span style="font-size:130%;">rompting strain and resentment in their doomed coupling. In 1917 he was arrested during the Russian Revolution in the middle </span><span style="font-size:130%;">of the night- Tamara went to great efforts to rescue him, searching prisons for weeks. After his release they had a daughter together- Kizette.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi6MiRzLWbwivXNJ6fiD14JKTijX_8bfTi5GGSqt9DD-_wD-_YGe2JcZ6PkrtPYVZLW6V7xCU-bJpcZ0FZu_jzCvWKqkmqTGxFA8wxR47_TD2FzKFKJYKTj5x7QihxmTVIDYUh_3jde6E5/s1600-h/de_lempicka.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi6MiRzLWbwivXNJ6fiD14JKTijX_8bfTi5GGSqt9DD-_wD-_YGe2JcZ6PkrtPYVZLW6V7xCU-bJpcZ0FZu_jzCvWKqkmqTGxFA8wxR47_TD2FzKFKJYKTj5x7QihxmTVIDYUh_3jde6E5/s320/de_lempicka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366489052907253522" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCNGntvDu0exxFt2iAZW7SunRlYLa6N7EpaclZ6TfRGe-KfBSLimSiak-tpB6APcG3Ucrr9rHjoTy5EIlikrAd8xvksyzxyobNj2NM_R7nby1S7fRrnhevxvhw9EgA1b9iAgbQWi0alKWm/s1600-h/Woman-with-Dove,-1931.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCNGntvDu0exxFt2iAZW7SunRlYLa6N7EpaclZ6TfRGe-KfBSLimSiak-tpB6APcG3Ucrr9rHjoTy5EIlikrAd8xvksyzxyobNj2NM_R7nby1S7fRrnhevxvhw9EgA1b9iAgbQWi0alKWm/s320/Woman-with-Dove,-1931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366488917730664450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXN8ZNl27zN-0VpQE8U68FhsQVmufZ6UXKPE7G0BGNC9LzdAiPF-fK6tcTZ6KD6ON_8zPyXuEIYx80JbcP1upZHfF-z2EGt2tITeHS5xn5B1psrVwKldaJpSobufXh3Wy4shH4wO2ZQluc/s1600-h/Two+Girls.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXN8ZNl27zN-0VpQE8U68FhsQVmufZ6UXKPE7G0BGNC9LzdAiPF-fK6tcTZ6KD6ON_8zPyXuEIYx80JbcP1upZHfF-z2EGt2tITeHS5xn5B1psrVwKldaJpSobufXh3Wy4shH4wO2ZQluc/s320/Two+Girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366489578031034514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Rlvz5ZXInfoxspoV0dlBN-zLVYFQoUM46b3cWrScpQ68imr_JOCDcQUK1j14WE_C-km7o47fbH_HZicklr1F78sm2Fd60pvtWWBHGRygc8Cz0fy7vsnF5UCV_6jEHsoOX0Z_ukACITzI/s1600-h/The-Seashell,-1941.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Rlvz5ZXInfoxspoV0dlBN-zLVYFQoUM46b3cWrScpQ68imr_JOCDcQUK1j14WE_C-km7o47fbH_HZicklr1F78sm2Fd60pvtWWBHGRygc8Cz0fy7vsnF5UCV_6jEHsoOX0Z_ukACITzI/s320/The-Seashell,-1941.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366492072756736450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />During the 1920's she became involved in the budding art deco movement and was soon a sought after portrait painter of the wealthy elite- painting duchesses, counts, socialites, etc. Her talent was unquestionable and her popularity bloomed. Her works embodied the classic art deco style- they were smooth, architectural and modern. They also had almost a soft-core porn quality to them at times- oozing lush sexuality and vivid color. They were titillating pieces, but with a weight to them- the eyes often had a bleary, worn look of longing and disintegration in them- despite the themes of power and sensuality. Occasionally, out of nowhere, she would paint a religious figure when she wasn't busy painting nipples and butts. She also executed lovely still lifes- although even those were pretty suggestive.<br /><br />Swept up in the art deco movement, Tamara also got pretty carried away with the "roaring 20's" bohemian life-style, and had numerous affairs. She was well known for having an insatiable libido and for being a pathological liar. Her husband eventually had enough once she took up with the night club singer Suzy Solidor <span style="font-size:85%;">(whom she painted often- she's the chick with the blonde bob hair-cut, below right)</span> and he finally dumped her.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEypGQkmmHUwMk0AliueFnsGpf9Gbdltx441C1gPtXdQ7lVILrXKfIDtwwVsvt5wTHzu0vDgkRKos1NZNtwyYLa2DRMYTv4KZ2UdNHaBSuRglGcYdUgT0yjIk7uq7ctztuGRj9liPTvuG0/s1600-h/de-lempicka-tamara-printemps-2406448.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEypGQkmmHUwMk0AliueFnsGpf9Gbdltx441C1gPtXdQ7lVILrXKfIDtwwVsvt5wTHzu0vDgkRKos1NZNtwyYLa2DRMYTv4KZ2UdNHaBSuRglGcYdUgT0yjIk7uq7ctztuGRj9liPTvuG0/s320/de-lempicka-tamara-printemps-2406448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366490753513284546" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSSmd6tCEcyaoD8YUe1gKTdBO_L91RdOiZM-A2sfpd021KUzG8s8cQXM7631877nb5PYlmo5ByHKEhcIMkO3W24HlIvyP1mCtCA8xB7Ckff9ElPDu0UkEVpNzDPCJr_FWzKz261Zod6TQW/s1600-h/Portrait-of-Suzy-Solidor,-1933.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSSmd6tCEcyaoD8YUe1gKTdBO_L91RdOiZM-A2sfpd021KUzG8s8cQXM7631877nb5PYlmo5ByHKEhcIMkO3W24HlIvyP1mCtCA8xB7Ckff9ElPDu0UkEVpNzDPCJr_FWzKz261Zod6TQW/s320/Portrait-of-Suzy-Solidor,-1933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366491404281504722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tamara was not a great mother. She neglected her daughter, Kizette, and sometimes even denied her existence- afraid admission of her child would make her appear old. Often she would refer to Kizette as her sister. Even so, she immortalized her daughter in the many gorgeous portraits she did of her (<span style="font-size:85%;">note- Kizette sleeping, bottom left)</span> - possibly propelled by her guilt over being such a shitty mom.<br /><br />She also married a Baron (after he commissioned her for a portrait of his mistress), traveled around the world three times in a boat, and had her ashes scattered over a volcano by a Count when she died.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >(click on images to enlarge)</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtwandNrgu7LYKIZIitUkPDU9YOuYQQbPnfgm6LlJL6T-z1ajcmooyKgtP6PovNu60ByPZzoOLmlTenicpsuiEox6zj7YGfwUT0d01-eCKF2lCfDrIR-sVqfRkNi6QsijfFeMB1Z_AhORv/s1600-h/6a00d8341c2f0953ef01156f341bef970c-800wi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtwandNrgu7LYKIZIitUkPDU9YOuYQQbPnfgm6LlJL6T-z1ajcmooyKgtP6PovNu60ByPZzoOLmlTenicpsuiEox6zj7YGfwUT0d01-eCKF2lCfDrIR-sVqfRkNi6QsijfFeMB1Z_AhORv/s320/6a00d8341c2f0953ef01156f341bef970c-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366489736935948066" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTqLG_XaVvitLlsG9Ltkc-jGBUhepmIs7ku_FDEogqjAsgI5biC1MhZ7vMePIS6xIQLinqAL5Nz_0s83ZXlw4fFdRWKc118utWM8R87ZffZrPlEc18BTtpsJmVFrdO2cXUI_e4OrGnRHi_/s1600-h/adam-and-eve-1932-tamara-de-lempicka.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTqLG_XaVvitLlsG9Ltkc-jGBUhepmIs7ku_FDEogqjAsgI5biC1MhZ7vMePIS6xIQLinqAL5Nz_0s83ZXlw4fFdRWKc118utWM8R87ZffZrPlEc18BTtpsJmVFrdO2cXUI_e4OrGnRHi_/s320/adam-and-eve-1932-tamara-de-lempicka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366501434580352594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrfpb6okZVikCxhr3KSoVL8yYpBC5e_IN6v4Yc1wbUIsuvuKYb110Jgz1OdBkcs8LNdc2gLBW5BWVv_TClItXPdgWUN2epEmDaeis5_jFz1ACI0x-bb2CKfk5FeiJIuS0WWrQoo9DBLEZ9/s1600-h/tamara-de-lempicka.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrfpb6okZVikCxhr3KSoVL8yYpBC5e_IN6v4Yc1wbUIsuvuKYb110Jgz1OdBkcs8LNdc2gLBW5BWVv_TClItXPdgWUN2epEmDaeis5_jFz1ACI0x-bb2CKfk5FeiJIuS0WWrQoo9DBLEZ9/s320/tamara-de-lempicka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366492075288492802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvH5G8Ns3WHPF7LpzivNSA2rS9DyReZvMMwo-FRlv7YsDt9kxlYXvkAcYkP4WLAQRjeN3Bw6XLoAPsxEOqgyUzQ1O6luzyDAb-AX35R8Qh9LU5cq_o6zAPqXnH6jKIOL_b1TgsvKdUlmTs/s1600-h/girl-in-green-with-gloves-1929.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvH5G8Ns3WHPF7LpzivNSA2rS9DyReZvMMwo-FRlv7YsDt9kxlYXvkAcYkP4WLAQRjeN3Bw6XLoAPsxEOqgyUzQ1O6luzyDAb-AX35R8Qh9LU5cq_o6zAPqXnH6jKIOL_b1TgsvKdUlmTs/s320/girl-in-green-with-gloves-1929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366491402076436738" border="0" /></a></div>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-87215106596830474112009-08-04T13:16:00.001-07:002010-03-01T20:57:07.274-08:00Vagenda<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd9DQoM5tN5gLaUayvG43AFq9OJBbFgfPYm3DCq3iZOVKr72WQ0erzzhvy51sZECJjPQESt70pbNfUk255Fy6mbWNLzZfInhtGhX4D_O4ZfM01EjABTu_22JjvDMtNzRMNstOaKzzIV3mM/s1600-h/LouiseBrooksPistolas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd9DQoM5tN5gLaUayvG43AFq9OJBbFgfPYm3DCq3iZOVKr72WQ0erzzhvy51sZECJjPQESt70pbNfUk255Fy6mbWNLzZfInhtGhX4D_O4ZfM01EjABTu_22JjvDMtNzRMNstOaKzzIV3mM/s320/LouiseBrooksPistolas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366207251423315538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;">What. The. Fuck. Maybe, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >maybe</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> this would be funny if it was 1950- I could have a fleeting, perverse chuckle and be relieved that things- although far from perfect- have at least improved. But this is from father-fucking (thank you, <a href="http://rdudrive.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/peaches.jpg">Peaches</a>) last year!<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />"Taking care of my home is a </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >dream, dream, dream</span><span style="font-size:130%;">!"<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />What fucking kid wants to play by pretending to do laundry? The only thing I would have used that pastel-covered-sexist-piece-of-shit for is hiding my Barbie-GI Joe-Princess Leia doll orgies. Or possibly my brothers and I would have vandalized it and used it as a fort. I would sooner buy my (imaginary) young daughter a flame thrower and a carton of Virginia Slims (don't get me started on those) than this land-fill-clogging reminder that we've got a long way to go, baby.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVgHrV9H-8k&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVgHrV9H-8k&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-43387655389196619702009-08-01T23:07:00.000-07:002010-03-01T21:00:11.660-08:00Leonor Fini- Crazy Cat Lady<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ZHbkw2alfQ_fXpfifx5yYHyeCWRvfYEUP5u_LiiSI2g21whflfGJa00TYGuMOj79Lm9S8SNY0cKfHK3mON1mMXUkEpDxVZ0axtFN8Ed1Dvu8JYWgaF9YTR5drwKJckJnNGamc8igGPSo/s1600-h/blumenfeld.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ZHbkw2alfQ_fXpfifx5yYHyeCWRvfYEUP5u_LiiSI2g21whflfGJa00TYGuMOj79Lm9S8SNY0cKfHK3mON1mMXUkEpDxVZ0axtFN8Ed1Dvu8JYWgaF9YTR5drwKJckJnNGamc8igGPSo/s320/blumenfeld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365983449208278562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjly5i_xsk5PBQshTPx3-L5oSioe9NWZeQuXQXucW3ctjMZS4A2mV5-NEfPnc_XdAK5hMQJjUttSc9chCdKd_6PgbqSIO-UEWdxJuYpLlnbaFALu5YtLojUc_nLC6LT37APILodUe1MawBT/s1600-h/2mc97aw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjly5i_xsk5PBQshTPx3-L5oSioe9NWZeQuXQXucW3ctjMZS4A2mV5-NEfPnc_XdAK5hMQJjUttSc9chCdKd_6PgbqSIO-UEWdxJuYpLlnbaFALu5YtLojUc_nLC6LT37APILodUe1MawBT/s320/2mc97aw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365992614471514546" border="0" /></a></span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /><br /><br />Leonor F</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">ini</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;">was a g</span><span style="font-size:130%;">o</span><span style="font-size:130%;">rgeous surreali</span><span style="font-size:130%;">st artist born in</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> Buenos Aires in 1908 to </span><span style="font-size:130%;">an </span><span style="font-size:130%;">Argentine</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;">father and Italian mother. She was a ca</span><span style="font-size:130%;">t rescuer</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> (having over 20 at a t</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ime), rumored bisex</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ual and </span><span style="font-size:130%;">definite polyg</span><span style="font-size:130%;">amist. She believed "a woman should live with two men; one more a lover and the other more a friend."</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> Fini was also an accomplished illustrato</span><span style="font-size:130%;">r, print-</span><span style="font-size:130%;">maker, costumer </span><span style="font-size:130%;">designer and author.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0yXZqXLODnqp5-ty4I1crcFvzAjm5Ob8bGoTPn0BGdkQBviqGZ8Oey_N2O0o9ZF4ki5cfxQBwwooigpMfzHJcHmQgJtKQPLZL9lRagRl0lv1pdnL37t1uYfveubEln2irV-PlrndDVhh/s1600-h/300-RASCH-RASCH-RASCH.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0yXZqXLODnqp5-ty4I1crcFvzAjm5Ob8bGoTPn0BGdkQBviqGZ8Oey_N2O0o9ZF4ki5cfxQBwwooigpMfzHJcHmQgJtKQPLZL9lRagRl0lv1pdnL37t1uYfveubEln2irV-PlrndDVhh/s320/300-RASCH-RASCH-RASCH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366091835656358786" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Before the age of </span><span style="font-size:100%;">one, her parents divorced and</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> her mother fled to Italy with</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Leonor, where she was disguise</span><span style="font-size:100%;">d </span><span style="font-size:100%;">as a boy until the a</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ge of</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> 6 to avoid </span><span style="font-size:100%;">kidnapping attempts </span><span style="font-size:100%;">by her </span><span style="font-size:100%;">father- which I'm sure didn't mess her up</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> at all. While suffering from an eye disease as a teen, Fini spent a period of time in darkness and began developing her imaginative visions. Once recovered, she decided to depict them by becoming</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> an artist. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">As early as 18 she began to ach</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ieve </span><span style="font-size:100%;">some suc</span><span style="font-size:100%;">cess and the surrealist movement rapidly tried to absor</span><span style="font-size:100%;">b her into their fold with the likes of Dali, Max Ernst, etc. To their surprise </span><span style="font-size:100%;">she basically told them to fuck off and refused to join- criticizing the </span><span style="font-size:100%;">members </span><span style="font-size:100%;">as </span><span style="font-size:100%;">homophobic and misogynistic.</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmZ5L2T55BQc5B6dURSfV3MgNSfDz7PPXB6A0h40C1JiiVEiQWwW3uyU1CYDXJ2tBLC0jqzbtNeMbnnckkuvTCQ9pS03QmDLNy-YcVW3IHqlhvwpGRdJivTXSEQFk_sTHlh4yTavKjP1v/s1600-h/Leonor_Fini_Self_Portrait_Visage_en_Rouge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmZ5L2T55BQc5B6dURSfV3MgNSfDz7PPXB6A0h40C1JiiVEiQWwW3uyU1CYDXJ2tBLC0jqzbtNeMbnnckkuvTCQ9pS03QmDLNy-YcVW3IHqlhvwpGRdJivTXSEQFk_sTHlh4yTavKjP1v/s320/Leonor_Fini_Self_Portrait_Visage_en_Rouge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366085387952059394" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWA_e8yCH-06StjBbauzjoJeohonIJxc-OWPFh6bXJ7ROIxZUtFsWDoW_x91I8YCrO3hXmPypYkE1rxcOQX6p_DFCqSZZvotr_zNkvP0l-dMIcy-_ESyk8cMLTielZX6RdP_ItQzw1tdW4/s1600-h/FiniRetourVoyage2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWA_e8yCH-06StjBbauzjoJeohonIJxc-OWPFh6bXJ7ROIxZUtFsWDoW_x91I8YCrO3hXmPypYkE1rxcOQX6p_DFCqSZZvotr_zNkvP0l-dMIcy-_ESyk8cMLTielZX6RdP_ItQzw1tdW4/s320/FiniRetourVoyage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365244961859640162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPL4Tshl6GH_FvNpjLnv4EK9N7eTdWz4I2tI93al9e4l2NFjuRkFd-owHpQHXhgWCbRwH34035tat7T6D30xY1kc3LKo97NAtTf6Gig3ZzS3b7IrsS2IIAblPOY0eI7h5gCC8MhVm1qLGo/s1600-h/FiniLeBalance.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPL4Tshl6GH_FvNpjLnv4EK9N7eTdWz4I2tI93al9e4l2NFjuRkFd-owHpQHXhgWCbRwH34035tat7T6D30xY1kc3LKo97NAtTf6Gig3ZzS3b7IrsS2IIAblPOY0eI7h5gCC8MhVm1qLGo/s320/FiniLeBalance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365991411066549362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2ChCir2vFU3tMK122BNX5lefziaJCKEssUsW4Q3K-KjMF82qG7gu-q2fToU6dlKIPRJk6Vyx_K3s_VOnaNZeKFdy_u1p-bTA5tB8NdYkYM9Rkmp7qpr_RRUPXrEnEJ6XgjJ-nGQRqRUB/s1600-h/Fini-Beauty-cat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2ChCir2vFU3tMK122BNX5lefziaJCKEssUsW4Q3K-KjMF82qG7gu-q2fToU6dlKIPRJk6Vyx_K3s_VOnaNZeKFdy_u1p-bTA5tB8NdYkYM9Rkmp7qpr_RRUPXrEnEJ6XgjJ-nGQRqRUB/s320/Fini-Beauty-cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365246773596285938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />Her paintings are languid </span><span style="font-size:100%;">and sensual- the </span><span style="font-size:100%;">colors like sher</span><span style="font-size:100%;">bert or toothpaste or </span><span style="font-size:100%;">salt water taffy. Women (usually resemb</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ling </span><span style="font-size:100%;">herself) pose</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> with alabaster breasts and </span><span style="font-size:100%;">gauzy robes- often depicting erotic or ceremonial scenes. She had extraordinary range as an artist and was skilled in many mediums. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">And she painted a whole lot of cats. And sometimes women turning into cats. She was a big fan of cats.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9Xv-nInuW31WveglA2GBHqR9j1h2S9jngsVvttZiHesnG1Pyuzci3l2F6_xLhxz6lobeMkajuMbn0JUfZS-bxnpWBWYyWEoZXgngKLwvk-vFhrRKuT1807lUwQJqEyoaTaE_MhyVCDwx/s1600-h/2519631134_cc78533b12_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9Xv-nInuW31WveglA2GBHqR9j1h2S9jngsVvttZiHesnG1Pyuzci3l2F6_xLhxz6lobeMkajuMbn0JUfZS-bxnpWBWYyWEoZXgngKLwvk-vFhrRKuT1807lUwQJqEyoaTaE_MhyVCDwx/s320/2519631134_cc78533b12_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366084607143529778" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmQOlZJc-JBHAGZePDdMNO2CKvV8m_Pat5uB6vXhK3__kxujZWKv129o7XqUN7XukJfoHF7zpS2r8RazYF0-JZPgBSIVBpVYqAkTacZblNq24nMqnG6U83XLayW5Zs0CQEkQAuMaHQkTi/s1600-h/2e5l82f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmQOlZJc-JBHAGZePDdMNO2CKvV8m_Pat5uB6vXhK3__kxujZWKv129o7XqUN7XukJfoHF7zpS2r8RazYF0-JZPgBSIVBpVYqAkTacZblNq24nMqnG6U83XLayW5Zs0CQEkQAuMaHQkTi/s320/2e5l82f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365992621543006162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />She probably made delic</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ious lasagna and was really good in </span><span style="font-size:100%;">bed. I'</span><span style="font-size:100%;">m basing this on nothing. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Also- she liked to dress </span><span style="font-size:100%;">like a priest when meeting a prospective purchaser of her artwork. (Th</span><span style="font-size:100%;">is part is t</span><span style="font-size:100%;">rue.</span>)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" >(click on images to enlarge)</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLD-31H3eeJSpxVdUaUw0DXxw-wu1G0xAA9gKwcn9jXzMxHvZbtJcwo3owLBtrCS8IwTBCCp2EC5RUm_FB7-je1l3K7Hc5aTFTXqm-znR6JdEeed-X1j0EF2blP8dp6N0AxNHgZ0f4SgS/s1600-h/leonor-fini_sphinx_lg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLD-31H3eeJSpxVdUaUw0DXxw-wu1G0xAA9gKwcn9jXzMxHvZbtJcwo3owLBtrCS8IwTBCCp2EC5RUm_FB7-je1l3K7Hc5aTFTXqm-znR6JdEeed-X1j0EF2blP8dp6N0AxNHgZ0f4SgS/s320/leonor-fini_sphinx_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366108224366248946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2tfbG2d39WD3k7I_CXmGEDu2-x7OYjRNs8E47-2r1bLPnIoYrS7VpKqtFCmuejUYAdXWxUM5i7ZaPT25q1322Lh1y5aBNEQ_lIL7MoU80cXo1Aw39L8mES3EXvRUU_GFQ3ACuxGuVK7qs/s1600-h/Fini300TerreFermentee1961.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /><br /><br />Remedios Varo</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;">(María de los Reme</span><span style="font-size:130%;">dios Varo Uranga) was born in Angles, Girona, Spain in 1908. A </span><span style="font-size:130%;">smokin' hot</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">Spanish-</span><span style="font-size:130%;">Mexica</span><span style="font-size:130%;">n </span><span style="font-size:130%;">surrealist, and fellow Sagi</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ttarius </span><span style="font-size:130%;">- she</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> married the French </span><span style="font-size:130%;">s</span><span style="font-size:130%;">urrealist poet </span><span style="font-size:130%;">Benjamin </span><span style="font-size:130%;">Peret and is r</span><span style="font-size:130%;">umored to have taken </span><span style="font-size:130%;">classes with fellow </span><span style="font-size:130%;">student </span><span style="font-size:130%;">Salva</span><span style="font-size:130%;">dor Dali. Her paintings are mysterious and exquisite works execute</span><span style="font-size:130%;">d with</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">oils on masonite panels she primed herself. As part of the artistic movement in </span><span style="font-size:130%;">Mexico she became friends with (among others) fellow artist Diego Rivera- who probably tried to sleep with her.</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-rxGkmzQ6GU7MwpOQdYl6kJXBx0mtK8_38zhOLHaUAVCFVfZUOcLhXXB0uVpZ0Et78KdFJtm6qNRfZ3RCGxZQjd4gQ9k7BOdwq4iPjIJ13BMzBu1gY0UbS4kNc8l-7bV9xtbmxCMl5pjb/s1600-h/Useless_Science.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-rxGkmzQ6GU7MwpOQdYl6kJXBx0mtK8_38zhOLHaUAVCFVfZUOcLhXXB0uVpZ0Et78KdFJtm6qNRfZ3RCGxZQjd4gQ9k7BOdwq4iPjIJ13BMzBu1gY0UbS4kNc8l-7bV9xtbmxCMl5pjb/s320/Useless_Science.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365027498898664322" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Q1lNzSbBXoE62GxTlEqfiAahhAd4oih5UWVVhfrmga3ENTRPXEuhL2ruX5bGNP664C1HzOGurWSGnzdZj6EeThdGxXiUgbMQI8qJXp7mO-En7xZoS21rQVXCtNri2EbvYsSAVmnsVDIB/s1600-h/VaroStilllife2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixEVzwOWASHqxC6XYuJx6S08lehWmLW4gKWvTNKu7SMdcBz1h7mlqrG_nyHw604Lu0J5t7pjtvfiZFP8QfBGGAV7f-Cq6SZhlVt1VrFV0x0zVVJSzNAg9OVq83xJdMbPc8Di8T1Lky9RB4/s320/varo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365027195529840386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />In her </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">paintings wo</span><span style="font-size:85%;">men </span><span style="font-size:85%;">made of </span><span style="font-size:85%;">flames roam hallways, nuns ride </span><span style="font-size:85%;">bicycle</span><span style="font-size:85%;">s, and men with beards levitate. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">The works are rapturous and vibrate with color in scenes that are celestial, </span><span style="font-size:85%;">paranormal, alchemical and remarkably playful musings from the subconscious. Influenced by her father's p</span><span style="font-size:85%;">rofession (he was a hydraulic engineer), intricate pieces of machinery are </span><span style="font-size:85%;">d</span><span style="font-size:85%;">epicted in many </span><span style="font-size:85%;">of the backgrounds as well. Varo was also fascinated by the legend of the holy grail and by geometry- additional themes that are prevalent in her vision.<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">(click on images to enlarge)</span></span></span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVfkju42PBQB4Y6Y3qg-C9aFeZt3BwqOADf3absDtyb-Ei7lctClZG0PxvO7aHR0aKbulrQ0kC8H07WBTzfkDT-YpESzmmHPmRkhiULrquw7E_JRW78ojOtu8srfhtZeLcrAnk-RJYHnl8/s1600-h/reencuentro_r_varo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVfkju42PBQB4Y6Y3qg-C9aFeZt3BwqOADf3absDtyb-Ei7lctClZG0PxvO7aHR0aKbulrQ0kC8H07WBTzfkDT-YpESzmmHPmRkhiULrquw7E_JRW78ojOtu8srfhtZeLcrAnk-RJYHnl8/s400/reencuentro_r_varo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365025400698505970" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9p-nPaZ6mUdD4zooKNQp6OAaRjh5vuqNbKFCAgP0u9p0PJuU9qS3U7ovByhy_uRaCBqfhd7SM4sHZhEEkK1mLgaW5uHAGl6sEEVKJajOj9kAcOEiMBQmNlqMeV2yYpf22loD1ClfWjot/s1600-h/remedios_varo-20-480.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9p-nPaZ6mUdD4zooKNQp6OAaRjh5vuqNbKFCAgP0u9p0PJuU9qS3U7ovByhy_uRaCBqfhd7SM4sHZhEEkK1mLgaW5uHAGl6sEEVKJajOj9kAcOEiMBQmNlqMeV2yYpf22loD1ClfWjot/s320/remedios_varo-20-480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365027507389209730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwyh778eq8QDHBzdb2aitIAAXODWwKRLPw-livUtBl1cOM6nzeX8QBBiA3g3qEz1HArss_LUwB0GcTLnGyv0RQ4DDEcv_7hjKtOe3X1XSDykBmY8IyuJTW4Hj0IpPJhD7lbvUn8m4N-RNQ/s1600-h/remediosvaro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwyh778eq8QDHBzdb2aitIAAXODWwKRLPw-livUtBl1cOM6nzeX8QBBiA3g3qEz1HArss_LUwB0GcTLnGyv0RQ4DDEcv_7hjKtOe3X1XSDykBmY8IyuJTW4Hj0IpPJhD7lbvUn8m4N-RNQ/s320/remediosvaro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365025677259486402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWIc0BjD6OiIyvVM1PhYQruUdqsZyWBXSrdlOqkzVzAI1-FaQUaCU-2qS7TowudMAlUF7x0oMFik7BNst1WDl7_af-lpdCOsjXyt4dBwE-fObkkVQP9Pnm-PK9c-ovmfd6oZmZVr9W9ner/s1600-h/remedios_varo_gallery_11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWIc0BjD6OiIyvVM1PhYQruUdqsZyWBXSrdlOqkzVzAI1-FaQUaCU-2qS7TowudMAlUF7x0oMFik7BNst1WDl7_af-lpdCOsjXyt4dBwE-fObkkVQP9Pnm-PK9c-ovmfd6oZmZVr9W9ner/s320/remedios_varo_gallery_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365026146897735234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></span></div>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-91982796260900011122009-08-01T06:13:00.000-07:002009-08-01T14:41:16.544-07:00Welcome to my Nightmare<span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:180%;"><u style="font-weight: bold;">Papillon</u></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > </span><span style="font-size:130%;">(starring Steve McQueen and Dustin Hoffman) is almost intolerably sad at times, but also a testament to the indomitable spirit of man. The performances are otherworldly. McQueen, who normally would look tough crocheting a baby bonnet, here allows himself to be completely vulnerable, dissolved. I remember watching this as a young girl with my father- Steve McQueen's blue eyes absorbed me completely. A classic buddy/prison movie in some ways, but too provocative and emotionally arresting to fit that categorization only. This film is soaked in grit, madness, resiliency. I challenge anyone not to bawl like crazy at the end.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Below is one of the dream sequences suffered by McQueen's character during a cruel stretch in solitary confinement.</span><br /><br /><br /></div><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQk-7AdDcV4&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQk-7AdDcV4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-72827339638980905722009-07-31T07:56:00.000-07:002009-07-31T12:27:47.969-07:00Hans Baldung Grien- A Fan of Naked Witches<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBkAqUBAzCusYvMkRXxTxeWVfYiModzosJ8DdYZyUJPM7P1PNzQ8XCD-eqR_2LiTOKrEFN-xBgdb1Yxd1_F6tXgi449aGUBIDWcvXl6um8ru6299Z4KaDWmXhMOO_jal46yoomZowioJD/s1600-h/mgerren_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBkAqUBAzCusYvMkRXxTxeWVfYiModzosJ8DdYZyUJPM7P1PNzQ8XCD-eqR_2LiTOKrEFN-xBgdb1Yxd1_F6tXgi449aGUBIDWcvXl6um8ru6299Z4KaDWmXhMOO_jal46yoomZowioJD/s400/mgerren_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364643067572002002" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Aside from having an unfortunate middle name,</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Hans Baldung Grien</span> </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">was a 15th century German painter, printmaker, designer and draftsmen who liked to paint religious scenes (of course), eventually graduating to his real passion- naked witches. He was probably a pretty messed up guy. He seemed obsessed with carnal lust and believed it contributed to the fall of man- but also couldn't stop painting naked chicks. </span><br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIol0Egw32UqG1tCB8xc4So-uEYpt2yr2N2rM-id1Ra3rdtB08ITCPdtF7qFVbsErGk3WPQOGMj-UiJYSMKGgna8RtjjIA6hRc-9QcMQKWcS8jKYvMK9jVecH6ANNc6C9IvpEYOgGadFpb/s1600-h/baldung-grien.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIol0Egw32UqG1tCB8xc4So-uEYpt2yr2N2rM-id1Ra3rdtB08ITCPdtF7qFVbsErGk3WPQOGMj-UiJYSMKGgna8RtjjIA6hRc-9QcMQKWcS8jKYvMK9jVecH6ANNc6C9IvpEYOgGadFpb/s400/baldung-grien.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364645194892856658" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ER6f9OQqYVvbRntcqn7c4ersz33sxeVAhtyMNjO2Vj5DNYL-u_JuIv36jGQ-rja29X212TJQIQNAWqWBWlBNBn7ZKtpGlINbtgmMAViBvGnj8fNCRip8PysUfNGg4vHLywfs7LPJlCDF/s1600-h/hbg_art_02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ER6f9OQqYVvbRntcqn7c4ersz33sxeVAhtyMNjO2Vj5DNYL-u_JuIv36jGQ-rja29X212TJQIQNAWqWBWlBNBn7ZKtpGlINbtgmMAViBvGnj8fNCRip8PysUfNGg4vHLywfs7LPJlCDF/s400/hbg_art_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364644671061936354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Obviously conflicted by his own desires, his pieces are jarring scenes of often lurid eroticism, spiked with highly disturbed, horrifying religious imagery. Skeletons sexually assaulting women, Adam feeling up Eve, suggestive serpents- these are just some of the wondrous scenes to behold. A student of famous painter Albrecht Durer, he is most famous for his thrilling and painstakingly detailed woodcuts and prints. <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span>Two Witches</span></span> (the featured painting) is one of his best painted works- the flesh of the women is lush and rich.<br /><br />He also liked to draw horses fighting each other.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifl267TMZNR-EhCKt6sw4AhSF_9aBHMkaWeF81I1YBY65ykrrvsrjniA-yTavO4Pe4Nkj3VTwary9x1yAGQuTTzeeHS4Fd5qqUpte_pC5yt8P9j5tz2jvPKKFPOTFSXspL3wHYM8WbPQ0a/s1600-h/270px-Baldung_Woman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifl267TMZNR-EhCKt6sw4AhSF_9aBHMkaWeF81I1YBY65ykrrvsrjniA-yTavO4Pe4Nkj3VTwary9x1yAGQuTTzeeHS4Fd5qqUpte_pC5yt8P9j5tz2jvPKKFPOTFSXspL3wHYM8WbPQ0a/s400/270px-Baldung_Woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364649235765545410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_lb9_dB6lCJLfVBfm-B7ueRCA_NiCH7wfU5aY-nMqHNUHxmEGQGa0_NgxZaQBUSL-YySr_MQIrUDW-hNw3qYpXq6XmnFmqcEajTwBYLZJUP1VUsCFQ7j0ZsHeeMWtbQCXaho_PccZRKYg/s1600-h/hbg_art_03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_lb9_dB6lCJLfVBfm-B7ueRCA_NiCH7wfU5aY-nMqHNUHxmEGQGa0_NgxZaQBUSL-YySr_MQIrUDW-hNw3qYpXq6XmnFmqcEajTwBYLZJUP1VUsCFQ7j0ZsHeeMWtbQCXaho_PccZRKYg/s400/hbg_art_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364645655857286322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGV495yHPhoogiB3T_GHMHwqYckZlW-J8C0GN19ED9MkZ1oFt1dNRAPZjOkTpMD7PevX9EQo4jY76ARtgB_WzqMtIljkC5_Hv_7KMsDYLB6qN94edWHhx5XJujE9Tce7up7tfaXn2gfw6Z/s1600-h/Wild-Horses-Fighting-1534.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGV495yHPhoogiB3T_GHMHwqYckZlW-J8C0GN19ED9MkZ1oFt1dNRAPZjOkTpMD7PevX9EQo4jY76ARtgB_WzqMtIljkC5_Hv_7KMsDYLB6qN94edWHhx5XJujE9Tce7up7tfaXn2gfw6Z/s400/Wild-Horses-Fighting-1534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364643718715708530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">(click on images to enlarge)</span></span><br /></div></div></div>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-86185811527162558562009-07-30T11:40:00.001-07:002009-07-31T11:04:32.326-07:00Welcome to my Nightmare<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Probably not Fellini's best work, but still intriguing, </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><u style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Juliet of the Spirits</u></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">chronicles the spiritual awakening and emotionally turbulent journey undergone by an unhappy house wife, played with sensitivity by Fellini's wife in real life- Giulietta Masina. Steeped in mysticism with a wonderfully odd cast, the film is visually stunning, but sometimes feels more stylish than substantive. However, the performances of Masina and Sandra Milo (as Giulietta's perpetually horny, mischievous guide) make the experience more than worthwhile. The film pops with color and nightmarish surrealism, and Masina's enormous brown eyes are deep wells of perpetual sadness and curiosity.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZMbLR-hKAA&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZMbLR-hKAA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-53045194832200222802009-07-30T11:40:00.000-07:002010-03-01T21:11:07.582-08:00ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-42555016889235977412009-07-26T22:04:00.000-07:002009-07-29T07:08:24.555-07:00Gabrielle d'Estrées et une de ses soeurs- what the fuck is going on here?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpywOSZhjCKXknRdFy-1la5IsEOluhEosNJ_igRaHwk3rL778asIU3MKebrmT59yd998fopcabpqsMinLSIRjOcIVyN_XNfegpzKG_XefGJCjyBM8jx4NvElIVo9A_6zIQlu5s-qNUBVQU/s1600-h/Gabrielle_d_Estree_-_Louvre.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpywOSZhjCKXknRdFy-1la5IsEOluhEosNJ_igRaHwk3rL778asIU3MKebrmT59yd998fopcabpqsMinLSIRjOcIVyN_XNfegpzKG_XefGJCjyBM8jx4NvElIVo9A_6zIQlu5s-qNUBVQU/s320/Gabrielle_d_Estree_-_Louvre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363856047042281234" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">This beautifully painted French work from <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">1594</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </span>is spiked with rich color and sensual symbolism.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">And I'm sure you've noticed that one chick is squeezing the other c</span><span style="font-size:130%;">hick's nipple. I mean, I</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">figured you had. It's pre</span><span style="font-size:130%;">tty distracting. Seriously, though, what is up with that?</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >More strange things about this painting:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">They're sisters.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The one on the right is King Henry IV's mistress.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">She's holding his coronation ring.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">She's pregnant.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Everyone is left-handed.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The painting in the background is of a naked dude.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The artist is unknown.</span></div></div>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-90418537578717709112009-07-26T18:28:00.001-07:002009-07-29T07:01:05.894-07:00Mi Frida Loca<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUyhQ_8bJyEp4sbIO4D9WnAfEL5GOn9rFsqtPa4dkcwDDSGxHBx33XeTs8Fey0f1PrgaeMqncSC1QPOuscHe_x1LAN0HXC8qEUHyQOc-fPdFlRiw9JxaxN36zA4bHZmPOj5kal1gBJma-D/s1600-h/2021_kahlo_the_love_embrace_of_t.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUyhQ_8bJyEp4sbIO4D9WnAfEL5GOn9rFsqtPa4dkcwDDSGxHBx33XeTs8Fey0f1PrgaeMqncSC1QPOuscHe_x1LAN0HXC8qEUHyQOc-fPdFlRiw9JxaxN36zA4bHZmPOj5kal1gBJma-D/s400/2021_kahlo_the_love_embrace_of_t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363881818332046130" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Known primarily for her self </span><span style="font-size:130%;">portraits, her infamo</span><span style="font-size:130%;">us </span><span style="font-size:130%;">(and exaggerated) u</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ni-brow, and for her tumultuous relationship with </span><span style="font-size:130%;">fellow artist, Diego Rivera- </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">Frida Kahlo</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>isn't often recognized for </span><span style="font-size:130%;">the alluring surreal pieces and </span><span style="font-size:130%;">patie</span><span style="font-size:130%;">ntly executed </span><span style="font-size:130%;">still lifes she also created. That, and the fact that she probably had sex with Georgia O'Keefe. </span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryGkkCGl_fioHppSiBRTw7c-PujIsqZ2fPaYKtEe8aVYNh_10k9BxKS5BqDZnJYaRKGTjmzouXrhNafQKDBPKSFk4R_pQK32cOKFMNd7VR3Hi4FdWOzYAYxQLQhqOpQl_fLaTax-fN1t6/s1600-h/p0362.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 203px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryGkkCGl_fioHppSiBRTw7c-PujIsqZ2fPaYKtEe8aVYNh_10k9BxKS5BqDZnJYaRKGTjmzouXrhNafQKDBPKSFk4R_pQK32cOKFMNd7VR3Hi4FdWOzYAYxQLQhqOpQl_fLaTax-fN1t6/s320/p0362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362389900297650082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOkPpMdij0E0sWXV_RPb2772t6dMCU9AqaYcNjcsnt3MPAc_WcTn0BXHNxgIOhQJjkY7HjyPVgR-CG-a0qe54DDA1NpEZW1G-FAYZxymwT9PPVJsk7BNsamYONksGpYTwUo3rjVVoWCdo-/s1600-h/kahlo_still_life.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5-sBjxchu8PsnAJigUtP_hczvETIROavKrG9ZWk6HmrULDiRALWrX_9_ObCBJI6MIGz3ijJx4vky17MWtW6gjj0-wh9j0v-w7VL7hQ5Uuh-W1PAv-O4UjIGHfJ2d4eevu8h99AsFHkvFI/s400/p0210x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363880067768574738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">(click on images to enlarge)</span>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-63967633957788027122009-07-26T18:23:00.000-07:002010-03-01T21:14:33.535-08:00Welcome to my Nightmare<span style="font-size:130%;">Bizarre nightmare/animation sequence from another Hitchcock classic- <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><u>Vertigo</u></span></span><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XgBQyhrQJJo&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XgBQyhrQJJo&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-73116220356369623242009-07-26T18:16:00.000-07:002009-07-29T11:21:57.603-07:00First Submissions.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtOf2-YweEADVex7o9N6i8lJeDC0bT4IHdWShNo548iicO98LYDexqkgRyeERU3NI_z3PhpG-BtRoFhQfbyjwkIdByLdGFLNI3H1p4ARXgnj748yFEAbNAIaJJbLy1v1VFa17NP_t0Qz7/s1600-h/bettie_page.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtOf2-YweEADVex7o9N6i8lJeDC0bT4IHdWShNo548iicO98LYDexqkgRyeERU3NI_z3PhpG-BtRoFhQfbyjwkIdByLdGFLNI3H1p4ARXgnj748yFEAbNAIaJJbLy1v1VFa17NP_t0Qz7/s400/bettie_page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363948929136824626" border="0" /></a>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-25608829319939007272009-07-26T18:15:00.000-07:002009-07-29T11:22:49.491-07:00Fellow Man - Keith Ransomin the smell of the underground way of transporting<br />while riding the rails from stop to stop,<br />we meet eyes.<br />a man and a man.<br /><br />I can feel the pain off him like fingers to Braille<br />and watching him breathe was disheartening<br />such deep breaths.<br />the kind you suck in<br />but suck everything out of you and hurt your chest.<br /><br />So I give him a look of 'brother i feel you'<br />and 'tell me what to do to deliver your from whatever ails you'<br />no spoken words.<br />just the look.<br /><br />He shakes his head slow in the way of a 'no'<br />and for then shakes it off.<br /><br />The he shows me his teeth for showing concern.<br />And I show him mine back and give him a nod.<br />dear god.<br />please help fellow man live and breathe easier.ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-85754841796769724272009-07-26T18:14:00.000-07:002009-07-29T19:11:09.923-07:00Hot Item<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I'm no Elle Macpherson, but I do get hit on, and in what seem to be increasingly humorous and revolting ways- attracting an unsavory crowd sometimes. Where I live I could step out in a hospital gown with no make-up on and I end up looking pretty damn good in comparison to some of the perplexing beasts roaming around. That sounds mean, and it is.<br /><br />I've inspired impromptu rap songs from 18 year-old thugs ("Fresh from the shower, shorty got power!"), offers of free motel-room-tattoos from ex cons, and tender promises like "If I wasn't 65 and basically impotent, I'd do you so good." I once had a Jamaican guy buy the six pack of Red Stripe I was holding in line at the liquor store, follow me to my car, and ask me "to party". In retrospect, it's possible he thought I was a prostitute. Developmentally disabled men leave cupcakes on my desk. The recently sober, recently divorced, recently released- they shuffle over if I unintentionally make eye contact and state their crazy business. The elderly. People who don't speak English. Alcoholic bosses. Potential stalkers. Subscribers to porn channels.<br /><br />Once, years ago, a well dressed man resembling LL Cool J (and who really seemed very nice) asked for my phone number. I was so shocked, I gave it to him. About an hour later he started sending me dirty text messages. I asked him politely to stop, then told him to fuck off when they continued. Although I didn't hear from him again, all week I thought of the <u>Forensic Files</u> episode on which I would appear- after he inevitably murdered me in some grocery store parking lot. I prayed they could find at least one flattering picture of me to feature.<br /><br /></div>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-29230615954902620192009-07-25T22:51:00.000-07:002009-07-29T19:12:20.354-07:00SUBMIT!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipuLIMPlryctmxxNGMHc3hjYQ0gVeFpSiu2toc_mO8oJVENEcqdij0wO4OSlEeQnz9di3GSgbgES91BUFLqAgO2QemP2gK7v98Dx7-7CduhT9ayZ5rs3oCOVIFTMNR7XywsKwFWhTPv8yB/s1600-h/bettie_page_spank01-large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipuLIMPlryctmxxNGMHc3hjYQ0gVeFpSiu2toc_mO8oJVENEcqdij0wO4OSlEeQnz9di3GSgbgES91BUFLqAgO2QemP2gK7v98Dx7-7CduhT9ayZ5rs3oCOVIFTMNR7XywsKwFWhTPv8yB/s320/bettie_page_spank01-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362642689960852562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Now </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span>accepting <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">submissions</span> </span>of art, poetry, music, reviews, angry rants and hate mail.</span></span></div></div>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501543816999650329.post-6011742131359739802009-07-24T21:29:00.001-07:002009-07-26T05:50:20.638-07:00Cross Bones Style- The Work of Charles-Frederic Soehnee<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQNC95E8Fh_IpJF2XTgqE_ho4yXcZ27BU46ViK1af_iLiFQzySLuEoHWARbWVCJPzPkpC18xvwQv0vktOdV0c-F06OriIYMo_lXGMLUKn0a6-Obzc7Hly0XvstjCQ4xR6-qHKTjZnZfRQp/s1600-h/soehnee02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQNC95E8Fh_IpJF2XTgqE_ho4yXcZ27BU46ViK1af_iLiFQzySLuEoHWARbWVCJPzPkpC18xvwQv0vktOdV0c-F06OriIYMo_lXGMLUKn0a6-Obzc7Hly0XvstjCQ4xR6-qHKTjZnZfRQp/s320/soehnee02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362559559150801506" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEb7qyDrqgpWJQLYKFDPnDWVyBeRFcc0a6hAO_ZAg2jOHzDVqzztBCXvxSCjGwAd69TD6KOWnh-EWvZPoaHo1HBqLxfySERzqZI-5yAhQSI6fsER-wz4h1Waf7VFrNardUk9C2k1HQKUSE/s1600-h/180px-Charles-Fr%C3%A9d%C3%A9ric_Soehn%C3%A9e_1812.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEb7qyDrqgpWJQLYKFDPnDWVyBeRFcc0a6hAO_ZAg2jOHzDVqzztBCXvxSCjGwAd69TD6KOWnh-EWvZPoaHo1HBqLxfySERzqZI-5yAhQSI6fsER-wz4h1Waf7VFrNardUk9C2k1HQKUSE/s400/180px-Charles-Fr%C3%A9d%C3%A9ric_Soehn%C3%A9e_1812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362245842325762482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Charles-Frederic Soehnee</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" > </span><span style="font-size:130%;">was a French artist who </span><span style="font-size:130%;">painted a series of bewitching and grotesque water colors between 1818 and 1819. The titles of his works read like a Black Sabbath track listing-<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> </span><u style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Cradle of Death</u></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >, </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><u>Journey to Hell</u></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >, </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><u style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Cover the Earth with Tombs</span> </u><span style="font-size:78%;">(my favorite..)</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXleAn-3AeXph4fRrJO7GdEIY5lVsMcOW2Sb5nXDe7COfHpl2kZmjpMGBnI-mqt1dZWSk5BKUrh1DLqycDmvEZvoaA9b8wk1XUbmVKu9snD5ZOTCOIdP67sLCoDDZjCBFtCBKOa_91RV-/s1600-h/picture.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXleAn-3AeXph4fRrJO7GdEIY5lVsMcOW2Sb5nXDe7COfHpl2kZmjpMGBnI-mqt1dZWSk5BKUrh1DLqycDmvEZvoaA9b8wk1XUbmVKu9snD5ZOTCOIdP67sLCoDDZjCBFtCBKOa_91RV-/s320/picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362246951847499794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pictured in this odd collection are skeletonized creatures, tattered rodents and humans with smudged features of desperation and anguish. The narratives are eerie, macabre tales of giant lobsters, hanging corpses and monsters with their bones showing. The participants always appear to be on some awful journey. It's unknown if he completed other works not included in the three notebooks he left behind. That's basically all I have to say about him. Oh, and he also created a type of varnish.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXxDT7AfQYboXd5ETMNNU_q7N64Fp4wNAlmI4PRGiP5mwFSt0LVPKPGhLmjxZvu6O5Sqspqy8U3MPyiD0_SeNQynORAhI44Xkg1IZo5KBVEyEtLyoycxgmPaSgomh7Ywz5JkMVdFq2Izf-/s1600-h/soehnee07.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXxDT7AfQYboXd5ETMNNU_q7N64Fp4wNAlmI4PRGiP5mwFSt0LVPKPGhLmjxZvu6O5Sqspqy8U3MPyiD0_SeNQynORAhI44Xkg1IZo5KBVEyEtLyoycxgmPaSgomh7Ywz5JkMVdFq2Izf-/s320/soehnee07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362650876297522178" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe2FduBi0yhrQsaXKdcUXBp3UaPAZGFx1p3lpZ4OHpYzYamzWF-hj74KGK_CFVrEE6QfARjFy147DnRjaC4JvqrNrV828v7TFzzOd5bOShASd5tqjWvD0zPAXyfd_7n8JWLff1J6kYrBH7/s1600-h/soehnee01.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe2FduBi0yhrQsaXKdcUXBp3UaPAZGFx1p3lpZ4OHpYzYamzWF-hj74KGK_CFVrEE6QfARjFy147DnRjaC4JvqrNrV828v7TFzzOd5bOShASd5tqjWvD0zPAXyfd_7n8JWLff1J6kYrBH7/s320/soehnee01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362246956393507474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxh5jahVKG4mSclNpW2lNwty1aJ7x94HbW45j3S9MdDrHLPayQpN19gUlFefcHIIj-xRB0XEDt6QCh072Y3TULWeW_lEUMbsky5BKPWiveyMbaR7A9gdRnzFm20CofVyTMHipq_qFvorcV/s1600-h/Charles-Frederic-Soehnee-Dornai-02.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxh5jahVKG4mSclNpW2lNwty1aJ7x94HbW45j3S9MdDrHLPayQpN19gUlFefcHIIj-xRB0XEDt6QCh072Y3TULWeW_lEUMbsky5BKPWiveyMbaR7A9gdRnzFm20CofVyTMHipq_qFvorcV/s320/Charles-Frederic-Soehnee-Dornai-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362246942795911138" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNcIishPEWI7ARZH8_AbLP2Q-0fuUHUakYCGhvHOxFS47THLHeV7USycJ0z2oOyRpsOLqOkp0wr79ZhnhLWyCsRBJUJA3_1ba380KXDPAlNNtUnoG26sNkeVtyTYACetLTHI2Jboqh6tBq/s1600-h/Bracelli-Squelettes.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNcIishPEWI7ARZH8_AbLP2Q-0fuUHUakYCGhvHOxFS47THLHeV7USycJ0z2oOyRpsOLqOkp0wr79ZhnhLWyCsRBJUJA3_1ba380KXDPAlNNtUnoG26sNkeVtyTYACetLTHI2Jboqh6tBq/s320/Bracelli-Squelettes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362246950683032274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">(Click on images to enlarge)</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxcOBszGFoSJgXfbTOGc3KGRYuMoCaiROj2lP2fUM6u_rGbiAvkGta6bzAyha2PEReQHh-RmtAADMV9FX36RJ-BUeIoG3XxiaFuGEWBzS7cldfyzjws-fPARpEy-HWRYc7E1Dj10Ju0MDk/s1600-h/soehnee02.jpg"><br /></a>ladylazarushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02928963158106050845noreply@blogger.com1