“Bourgeois was born in Paris on Christmas Day. Her parents repaired tapestries, and Louise’s first art experiences were in pitching in on the mending. Her mother, Joséphine, was an ardent follower of the feminist Louise Michel, after whom she named her daughter. Dad, however, was another kettle of fish. He moved his British mistress, Sadie, into the house under the guise of her being the children’s tutor. Sadie stayed for 10 years while Joséphine quietly seethed. What did little Louise think of the arrangement? One night at dinner she modeled a figure of her father from bread and then ate it, piece by piece. Even today, it’s apparent that the papered-over family dysfunction still resonates with the artist. When asked via e-mail—she doesn’t do in-person interviews anymore—why there’s so much sex in her work, the artist who’s always reminded me of Ruth Gordon with a French accent says, “The work has to do with so much more than just sex. That’s just the mechanics. My art is about seduction and rejection. It’s about flirtation and frustration. It’s about desire and anger, anxiety and fear. There is abandonment and there is violence.” “In Choisy,” a 1993 work that’s relatively recent on the Bourgeois timeline, contains a guillotine blade poised scarily over a marble model of the Bourgeois family house. Here’s a work of modern art whose meaning isn’t hard to figure out.”—Plagens, in a nice piece from 2008 about the Louise Bourgeois retrospective at the Guggenheim. (via newsweek)
"In 2003, [Andreas] Viestad premiered as the host of the public television series New Scandinavian Cooking. With 5 million U.S. viewers per episode and a global reach so vast it was at the time viewed as the greatest ever exposure of Norwegian culture, second only to the 1994 Lillehammer Olympics.”
There’s a period between the denial, the quiet unmanageable shock, and the second time you hit the pause button, when everything starts running along. Smooth, like nothing has changed, except the hole in your blazer pocket feels a little more pronounced. You’d forgotten to get it mended when you…
I am very bothered when I think of the bad things that I have done in my life. Not least that time in the chemistry lab when I held a pair of scissors by the blades and played the handles in the naked lilac flame of the Bunsen burner; then called your name, and handed them over. O the unrivalled stench of branded skin as you slipped your thumb and middle finger in, then couldn’t shake off the two burning rings. Marked, the doctor said, for eternity. Don’t believe me, please, if I say that was just my butterfingered way, at thirteen, of asking you to marry me.
you know what this reminds me of. manipulation and rationalizing the hurt. but it’s true love!
The Wall St. Journal has the best account we’ve seen of the poor decisions that led up to the Deepwater Horizon disaster
In the process of reading, really interested in input from my hydraulics and hydrology professors; I have this stainless steel ring on my left hand pinky finger from the Order of the Engineer which says that no matter what I do, I will uphold ethical practices and you know. not do stuff half-assed. but it’s weird, I feel almost sympathetic (that’s not the right word, but it’s more like, I understand the rationale behind their decisions. it’s not a GOOD way of thinking, by any means, but — following point —>) towards BP — which obviously means I need to read more — but it’s just that, like. People cut corners in the real world all the time, and only when something huge and disastrous happens does it come to people’s attention. but yeah. should definitely read more about this.
Having a bit of fun drawing with Harmony. Using some kind of scientific magic that I can’t fathom, it makes even the simplest of sketches look pretty darn good. I bet it’s even better with a graphics tablet or … dare I say it … an iPad?