One interesting feature of a 20th and 21st century for an observer and an artist like me, is the fact that it is truly hard to find a female model in a pose that is not sexual. It has become increasingly hard to find images of models in plain, neutral poses of the body, where there is not “too much of legs” or “too much of arms”. Most of the images nowadays are usually extreme in their “excess” of long, thin limbs that are disproportionate to the torso, spread in all the directions possible, and in general look extremely inharmonious with the rest of the body. The images are also usually provocative with attention put on the female assets and are screaming “look at me” in a narcissistic, ego inflatable, sexually aggressive and a very typical for 21st century way. It makes it hard to see the feminine beauty behind these impeccable bodies, for example in a nude artwork/photo. Because all nudes are usually extremely sexual or pornographic, the vision creates nothing but lust in a very anonymous, impersonal way. The body also loses its identity and uniqueness, inevitably leading to all models looking completely uniform. It is sad because other emotions are not expressed either, such as strength, sadness, determination, softness. These images have their right to be, but not on every single commercial, billboard, video etc! That raises the question of whether there was any true liberation of women, because surely such objectifying of women is not a true freedom after all. Anyhow, in this particular post it is the artistic aspect that I wanted to focus on, the fact that it is hard to find an interesting image of a female body which then can be used as a model and a base for creating an artwork. Here are two different pictures which illustrate really well both the typical posing of the model and the harmonious pose which would look great on a canvas. I would like to point out that it is not the beauty of the body I am commenting on, nor the women themselves, nor their style etc, but simply the way they are represented on the images.
The first image, to the left, is the one I consider “too limby”, something which I would dread to paint on a canvas. The body literally loses the torso, all you see is unintegrated limbs and angles, angles, angles everywhere. The position of the legs makes them look crooket. There is no flow on a picture like this.
The second one, to the right, is a rare picture I managed to find of a 1990s actress. Here the body is portrayed in a really harmonious way, especially those limbs which I tend to dislike so much. The arms actually complement the shape and adorn and emphasise the curves. Beautiful!Read more »
Еще одно несказанное слово,
Угаданное по движенью губ,
И вот душа, как ласточка, готова,
Лететь поверх пушистых крыш и труб.
Куда?? К алмазной россыпи пространства,
Мерцающей на фоне синевы,
Иль к дальнему пунктиры постоянства
Земных огней над сумраком Невы?
Несказанное слово.. Пар дыханья
От нежных губ под ветром ледяным…
Молчат морозом скованные зданья,
В сугробах ночи тает лунный дым.
Горячее руки прикосновенье,
Прощальный взгляд, молящий и немой…
Ужель все это стало только тенью,
Давным-давно растаявшей зимой?
-Всеволод Рождественский, 1975Read more »
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Just recently I’ve discovered that the perception and mind of an artist is truly different from other forms of perceiving the wold. All along I believed that other people, just like me, see memories/dreams/thoughts in clear, photographic-alike visions, or in a “video format”, which is then enhanced by feelings. I was therefore really surprised to find out that not everyone sees or imagines things in such a realistic way. This one little detail really explains why I never felt that unreal is somehow separated from the reality, to me all the thoughts, feelings and visions along with the real life events merged into one strange psychedelic reality, which I call my life. Inside my mind, intuitive feelings, past, future and the present creates a timeless picture, with me as a main character in this limitless world with endless possibilities. For an artist every sensation can be extremely overwhelming and overpowering, emotions are intenser then for other people, thus both positive and negative can have extreme effects on such a mind. A search for utopia and idealistic grand idea is often the slogan, under artists live. The dull reality of a routine brings frustration and destruction to the ever changing, freedom and adventure seeking soul of an artist, which can lead to a substance abuse or any other form of a psychological or physical addiction. I remember at a point in my life, when I was depressed, I would wake up and see the dark, boring, winter day outside..I felt like I was losing my mind, because my dreams flowed into my awakened state, and in the endless dark hours of the winter it was becoming increasingly harder for me to separate my disturbing, anxious dreams from similar sensations of the depressive everyday existence. That was truly a mind bending, scary experience, to realize how overly sensitive and sharp my perception is, how strong of an impression certain events can leave me with and how hard it is to control ones mind. Few years later looking back, I can say that not much has changed, though I force myself to try to change my sometimes obsessive line of thoughts and shift attention from focusing on one thought, I have to admit that this unique quality of our consciousness is what makes us such great expressionists and channels of universal emotions and ideas to the viewers.
Some of the best tracks of psytrance by various artists. All the psytrance lovers will appreciate.
X-Noize – Let Yourself Go
Infected Mushroom – Infected Rock
Infected Mushroom – LSD
GMS feat Earthling – Psychedelic Circus
Sesto Sento -Sentomental
Alien Project – Midnight Sun (GMS Remix)
Astrix – Poison
Mycel -206 psytrain indigo unreleased
Dali – Colors band (astrix remix)
Astrix – Techno Windows GMS remixRead more »
Когда я был мальчиком, маленьким, нежным,
Был кроток мой взор и глубок.
Ты знаешь, что утром, пред морем безбрежным,
Горит золотистый песок?
Когда я был юношей, робким и странным,
Я вечной был полон тоской.
Ты знаешь, что вечером, в свете туманном,
Русалки поют над рекой?
Когда я стал страстным, желанным и властным,
Целую я всех на пути.
Ты знаешь, что ночью, в тумане неясном,
Так страшно, так страшно идти?
– Константин БальмонтRead more »