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For your viewing pleasure from Australia. Pro surfer Taj Burrow makes it look so easy.
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Silence
Fish Scales, Nosara, Costa, Rica, 2011, by Arthur Ou
There is a way to master silence
Control its curves, inhabit its dark corners
And listen to the hiss of time outside.
— Paul Bowles
Pilgrim Surf + Supply
Image by Scott Brasher
Just in time for spring surfing, Chris Gentile, an artist who co-owned the late Mollusk surf shop, has just opened a new 1500-square Williamsburg store featuring a wall of beautiful boards, a rainbow of Birdwell Beach Britches and a bottom floor full of outdoor equipment. For upcoming events check out Pilgrim’s site.
“Richard Diebenkorn: The Ocean Park Series”
Richard Diebenkorn, Ocean Park #79, 1975; Oil on canvas ©The Estate of Richard Diebenkorn
What’s striking is the way they record the mysterious and unquenchable activity of an artist at work in his studio. In precisely the years when Diebenkorn was making the Ocean Park paintings, art busted out of what had become an admittedly airless and confining realm. The work from a new era characterized by experimental and interdisciplinary approaches was quickly dubbed “post-studio art.” Partly intended to knock painting off its pedestal, it saw Conceptualism, performance, video, Earthworks, site-specific installations and more come to art’s foreground.
—Christopher Knight in the Los Angeles Times reviewing Richard Diebenkorn’s show at the Orange County Museum of Art. The exhibition continues until May 27.
Francesca Woodman
Don’t miss the first comprehensive survey of Francesca Woodman’s extraordinary photographs to be seen in the United States. Opening today at the Guggenheim until June 13. (more…)
Begin at the horizons
Birds, Nosara, Costa Rica, 2011, by Arthur Ou
A poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses. All forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he exhausts within himself all poisons, and preserves their quintessences. Unspeakable torment, where he will need the greatest faith, a superhuman strength, where he becomes all men the great invalid, the great criminal, the great accursed–and the Supreme Scientist! For he attains the unknown! Because he has cultivated his soul, already rich, more than anyone! He attains the unknown, and if, demented, he finally loses the understanding of his visions, he will at least have seen them! So what if he is destroyed in his ecstatic flight through things unheard of, unnameable: other horrible workers will come; they will begin at the horizons where the first one has fallen!—Arthur Rimbaud
Pina
Wim Wenders ode to the late German choreographer Pina Bausch deserves all the praise it’s gotten and then some. Enjoy the 3-d experience on the big screen while you still can.
An inexhaustible well
Rocks, Nosara, Costa Rica, 2011 Arthur Ou
Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don’t know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It’s that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don’t know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.—Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky
