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 Not the best photograph of the painting, but the only one I could find. More about the painting and the artist here. Now that the wedding's over, I can concentrate on making work again. I want to make avian bones out of beeswax and draw empty still-lifes in silverpoint, to begin with. |
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Watched Der müde Tod last night. It is an extremely appropriate film to watch for young lovers. I was really amazed by how much visual quoting there was of vanitas still life, fairy tales, and myth. Wonderful, wonderful film. I can't remember which Grimm tale has the room with all the candles of different lengths, representing the flickering lives of men, in it, but oh well. In seven days, I will be enough at leisure to find out.
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Bret and I were mentioned on the radio! Here's where: The Front Row, Wednesday, 08/19/2009 Scroll down and click on "Listen" in the section on The Frenetic Fringe Festival. You can see images of the work on exhibition here: FrenetiCore/Frenetic Theater 2nd Annual Frenetic Fringe Festival Of course, they look better in person. We will be there Saturday and Sunday night, and if any of you are interested in attending, we encourage you to do so then. This is the last weekend! I suppose this link also takes you there effectively:Here
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Look, I'm in a thing: Frenetic Fringe Festival 2009 More details later, when I'm not borrowing internet. |
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Technically I shouldn't even be posting this: I should be frantically packing up things, because I'm in the middle of a move. Somehow I've lost interest in the process entirely. The worst part is trying to move books, because I end up wanting to reread all the contents of my bookshelf. It's even worse than usual because Bret has many books that I haven't read at all, which makes the process much more an exercise in self-restraint; apparently I have little interest in restraining myself. Went to Chicago and spent time with almost everyone I wanted to spend time with... Had lunch with my favorite professor of all time... Bought an old copy of the first volume of Marcel Proust's À la recherche du temps perdu (In Search of Lost Time). I feel like it is time for me to turn inward again, to withdraw inside myself. I feel like I'm never alone, but I'm alone almost all the time. I wonder why that is. I am excited about the new place, the new life; I don't mean to sound like I'm not. I'll just be happier when everything is done and I can sit back and read all those seven-volume novels I've been intending to ingest. And then of course, I have all the paintings I've never painted looming up inside my head, admonishing me for putting them off for so long. I suppose I ought to be concentrating on things like packing silverware, and thinking about where on earth we'll put the punchbowl. How boring.
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I have a sketchbook in The Sketchbook Project, which is at Chicago Art Source Gallery tonight. If you'd like to go and look at it, feel free!
Friday, May 8th P.S. The show will be up through June 20th, so if you can't make the opening but would like to see my sketchbook, it's up for over a solid month and you can make plans to view it at your leisure. Here's a link for the gallery: Chicago Art Source Gallery |
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  Käthe Kollwitz and Edvard Munch want me to make woodcuts and lithographs. Or maybe it's the other way around. I quit my real job, and I'm thrilled with life and possibility again. I've been working on large-scale anatomical drawings. We're going to move out of The Dreamhome in August, which sounds sad, so I've decided to start calling it Dreamhome I, and I'm very excited about the idea of Dreamhome II. I'm looking at rent in Montrose, and it's fallen incredibly. I'd love to be closer in to things, particularly museums, and I will admit, the idea of paying 2/3 of what I'm paying now for rent is exciting, especially as I've decided to say to hell with the real world, make work all the time, and focus my energy on getting into shows and preparing to apply for graduate school. Oh, and I should probably spend some time on the wedding. I keep forgetting to be a bride. I'm much more interested in the idea of being married than getting married. I want to be like Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Bogart. We've been watching tons of films noir lately, and I want to have an office like a private eye in the cinema version of the 1940s. Bret could sit behind the desk, wearing a fedora, and I could walk into the room with a mourning veil on and be bad news. Meanwhile, I dyed my hair red. |
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 I've given notice at work, I'll be done with it before the end of the month. It's too bad, almost. What I once thought might be an appealing work situation very quickly became impossible. Without getting into too many sordid details, I'll just mention the fact that over the course of the almost four months I worked there, I was only paid on time once. That's reason enough to leave. I foresee a giant art sale in my not-too-distant future. Please let me know if there is anything pre-existing that you'd like to own. |
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 Lucifer falling from heaven, by Gustave Doré. This is one of my favorite images of all time.
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 Merry Christmas! Bret and I have been taking turns succumbing to seasonal illnesses over the course of the past two weeks, and so we have completely and utterly failed to send any Christmas cards this year. We hope that you will forgive us in time, and accept this lovely picture of a Christmas card as you would a real paper-and-ink one. Much love, Rachel and Bret |
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