Back to the familiar diner routine and napkin doodling!
Yesterday, I felt the need to veg out on the couch in my PJs, read a book and some blogs, drink hot chocolate and do absolutely nothing related to art. That’s not entirely true though. When I accidentally woke up at 4:30am and saw how the light was in my apartment, I started to take abstract photos for my next photography assignment. Then, I went back to sleep and vegged.
I think downtime is important though. Today, after my usual Earl Grey tea and breakfast at Megabites, I took a stroll to the Brooklyn Flea Market on Lafayette Avenue. It has become a popular destination for foodies (plenty of artisan food stands), antique collectors, and clever things made by local New York artists. For me, it was a great place to get inspiration for interesting abstract photography shots.
So, if you are ever in the Downtown Brooklyn area (5-10 minute walk from Atlantic Terminal), go check it out. ClickHERE for more info on it.
Enjoy your Saturday strolls and don’t forget your sharpies!
Masterpiece Blogger Presents: Blog Art Theater <curtsy>
Going to use my best New York City Brahman class voice. Ahem!
What you can see here is an assemblage of shapes reminiscent of Wassily Kandinsky’s artistic compositions during the Bauhaus Movement. Using only lines and shapes on a napkin canvas, the artist (moi!) is able to capture the spiritual transcendence over the general gloom of her soggy sandwich during her lunch break in the teacher’s lounge. As the artist tested the structural integrity of the ultra soft napkin, she excavated through the depths of her subconscious as she dug beyond the veneer of the first napkin layer, a.k.a the mask, only to find the darkness of the expo marker revealed. John Keats would probably refer to the carefully rendered art on these napkin leaves as the vale of soul-making if he were alive in this century. The anguish and the struggle to burst forth beyond the confines of the preexisting structures that exist in the shapes, representative of societal structures, is evident and yet the minor attempt for the self to burst forth through the napkin and through the structures that trap her merely resulted in imitating the structures that already exist. Beautiful and tragic! sigh. Moving on…
Resuming my New Yaaawk accent (pronounced ‘axe-cent’):
Yeah, it ain’t bad! What’s the score of the World Cup teams?
Drawn at work again during my lunch break on a left over napkin from the end of school year party. One more week to go until my Summer Break! This doodle reminds me of a John Keats poem that I read when I was a British Literature major called, Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil.
Isabella is from an aristocratic family but they are broke. The family fortune relies on her marriage to a prosperous gentleman. However, she falls for one of the workers, Lorenzo. The brothers aren’t having it though so they kill Lorenzo off by decapitating him. Lorenzo’s ghost gives her the head’s up (no pun intended) on his body’s whereabouts. She searches in the night to find him (the part that reminds me of my doodle) and decides to put his beautiful head in a giant pot of basil to preserve his beauty. She carries the pot of basil with her everywhere since his death left her in a delirious state. She never marries and the brothers become destitute (I suspect). The poem is based on Boccaccio’s story but I fell in love with the Keats version of the story. Click HERE to see the full poem.
Read about plague masks in Dan Brown’s book, Inferno, so I thought it might be fun to create a foreboding female character racing through the woods with one on her face with trees and thorns for adornments. Could be an interesting Halloween costume one day.