Sunday, November 11, 2012

at MoMA

Hide-and-Seek
Pavel Tchelitchew





The Dream
Henri Rousseau





The Sleeping Gypsy
Henri Rousseau





Anna Zborowska 
Amedeo Modigliani





At the Milliner's 
Hilaire-Germain-Edgar Degas





Turning Road at Montgeroult 
Paul Cézanne


Saturday, November 10, 2012

Friday, November 9, 2012

Hudson River School

New-York Historical Society

Metropolitan Museum of Art

View from Mount Holyoke, Northampton, Massachusetts, after a Thunderstorm
—The Oxbow, 1836 Thomas Cole


The Beeches, 1845 Asher B. Durand


A Gorge in the Mountains (Kauterskill Clove), 
1862 Sanford Robinson Gifford


Stage Fort across Gloucester Harbor, 1862 Fitz Henry Lane


Thomas Cole (1801–1848), Catskill Creek, NY, 1845


Thomas Worthington Whittredge, A Window


George Henry Boughton, Winter Twilight Near Albany

unique and ritzy homes

The Colgate Mansion in Sharon, CN




New American Castle in Middlefield, MA

in the NY Daily News

at MoMA

I went today to MoMA and saw The Scream. It's breathtaking.
On view were other works of Edvard Munch:

1. The Scream
2. Angst
3. The Storm
4. Two People. The Lonely Ones
5. The Sick Child
6. Evening: Melancholy I
7. Jealousy I
8. Melancholy
9. Vampire II
10. Self Portrait
11. Madonna

Edvard Munch: The Scream


The Sick Child
 


Angst


The Storm


Edvard Munch. The Scream. Pastel on board. 1895

Eros Hoagland

about Eros Hoagland

the website of Eros Hoagland

the NYTimes: four HBO documentaries about contemporary war photographers

Thursday, November 8, 2012

the finds




product placement

These are my products, make them yours:








an homage to Max Reger

"I am sitting in the smallest room of my house. I have your review before me. In a moment it will be behind me."  - Max Reger



Put all puerile pathetic nonsense and idle chatter behind you and thrive on a productive and worthwhile life of accomplishment. Have a zei gezunt mentality. Let flotsam and jetsam find it's own level while you take the high road paved in gold. 

In death: not jejune




Terror on Tenth Street

Terror on 10th Street

"Just weeks after Jan Bryant Bartell moved in to the huge old mansion at 14 W. 10th St., off Fifth Avenue, in 1957, she felt a “monstrous moving shadow that loomed up behind” her. She turned and saw nothing there, but couldn’t shake the feeling that she was not alone, and maybe never would be, in the already aging house with fretted balustrades and Civil War-era glass in the windows.

The incident took several minutes, and several cigarettes, cups of tea and nips of brandy to shake off. But it wouldn’t be the last in the seven-year stretch of psychological and sometimes physical torment Bartell suffered from what she claimed were the icy hands of the house’s former inhabitants, reaching out from the afterlife to grab her."


The red building in the center is 14 West 10th Street, where Mark Twain lived from 1900 to 1901. 



The view of the street.



TheVillager

TheNewYorkTimes

Jan Bartell

Monday, October 29, 2012

Sunday, October 28, 2012

In Plain Sight



You don't have to travel to outer space to find morons. They gather all around like drops of water and they seek their own level in various forms of low level playing fields.

To the extent that you disassociate from bottom feeders and remove them from your visual field and your interactive social dynamic, you empower your own intelligence.


“Intellect is invisible to the man who has none” - Arthur Schopenhauer



addendum: Sadly, I had to once again reduce the parameters of my socialization group. I need to stay in my demographic, cannot suffer fools. It insults my own intelligence.