The artist's use of color adds depth and complexity to what is fundamentally simple line work.
The French philosopher and literary critic Roland Barthes developed an extension of Saussure's semiotics that he called mythology, an apt name since '-ology' technically means 'study of' rather than simply 'collection.' For Barthes, the semiological system of signifier/signified/sign was itself collectively another signifier that could be parsed, second-order, into a meta-language of myth. He gives... Continue Reading →
It's true that much of the world is ridiculous. I think most people would agree with that. However, in their agreement they would be wrong. This is because at the moment of utterance, the cynical speaker, in claiming the world is ridiculous, assumes the role of Barthes' dumb critic who believes herself "to have such... Continue Reading →
Vladimir Kush (b. 1968) is a Russian painter who emigrated to Hawaii in 1990 and since opened galleries there and in Las Vegas and Laguna Beach. Working primarily in oil, his paintings are surrealist, investigating the symbolic relation between man and nature.
This four-and-a-half-inch-tall terracotta sculpture was a product of the late stone-age "Hamangia culture" of present-day Romania and dates to approximately 5,000 BCE. Most of the extant art of the era depicts hunting or fertility, but the "thinker" (Ganditorul) is clearly sitting in introspection in an almost identical pose to the famous statue by Rodin, despite... Continue Reading →
It seems to me, fantasy should be as close as possible to journalism. The right word is not "banalizing", although in fact a little of this is involved. Rather, I mean that the effectiveness of a fantastic story will depend on its being told in the most simple and practical terms. Dino Buzzati (1906-1972) was... Continue Reading →
In the beginning was the crisis. This is the singular belief that defines the religious history of our species, the insistence that this world, full of suffering -- where the race goes not to the swift nor bread to the hungry -- cannot be all there is, that there must be something more: a just... Continue Reading →
"Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on." "She did not reassure him. She did not tell him he was like everyone else. She said, "I'll never know anyone like you again, Shev." All the same, a rejection... Continue Reading →