It's Really All Dark....

For my music cultural event, I saw Laser Floyd at the Clark Planetarium. At it, the album The Dark Side of the Moon is played while you watch a companion movie on the huge domed screen. It was awesome. First of all, I am a long time Pink Floyd fan. I have always loved their philosophical lyrics, emotional guitar solos, and psychedelic tone. The movie was really trippy. It would have visuals that would rush away from you, creating the illusion that you were rushing through a tunnel! Sometimes, the movie would also create the illusion that the room was spinning really fast. In addition to the illusions, the movie had a lot of symbolism relating to the album, which was captivating. It would create images that came straight out of the lyrics, helping you better understand the point the song is trying to make. The album is incredibly philosophical, addressing the ways in which we as humans living in the 21st century become alienated from nature, those around us, and ourselves. Each song describes a different way our alienation occurs. The first track, “Speak to Me /Breathe” addresses how conformity to those around us gives us an easy life with few waves, but alienates us from our potential. “On the Run” is a psychedelic head trip, and during it is when the screen began creating the illusion of spinning. The combination of the psychedelic music and the trippy visuals was enough to BLOW YOUR MIND. After on the run, the album progresses into one of Floyd’s most popular songs, “Time.” It is about the way we waste time when we are young, lacking the motivation to do what we should and truly live. The second part is about a man who has reached old age and has realized that he wasted his time away, and he can never, ever get it back. It is a very sad song, but has a great message about the way we should live our live as if we are going to die tomorrow. Also addressing the theme of mortality, the next song, “The Great Gig in the Sky” is an experimental song I used to hate, but is now one of my all time favorites. It consists of a man playing the piano and a woman singing the note” oooohhhhh” in terror and ecstasy. Even though it has no lyrics, her single note is enough to send shivers down your spine. Her terror gives images of the old man on his deathbed, terrified of what is to come, and what he has lost and can never get back. Her screams of ecstasy reflect a life lived to its fullest, a life filled with enough joy to make you want to yell to the heavens in ecstasy. The rest of the album reflects on how racism, drugs, and insanity affect our ability to relate to others and the world around us. The lyrics are incredible, and they were certainly complimented by the visual symbolism and over all psychedelics of the movie.

The Evolution of Movies

This week in class, I learned about film. We watched the movie A Trip to the Moon. It was interesting in many ways, but I found the science and astronomy in it to be funny and entertaining. Made years before rockets, the scientists are launched to the moon in a cannon. When they get to the moon, they wear no apace suits or oxygen masks, they just breathe. Obviously scientists of the day did not know that the moon had no atmosphere, and therefore no breathable air. The surface of the moon was jagged and had a bunch of spikes, much different from the cratered surface of the moon as we know it. The scientists go to battle with aliens on the moon, and when they punch the aliens they just freaking explode into dust. I guess this movie was exciting and thrilling in its day, but it was unintentionally hilarious today. I wonder if our popular movies of today will become hilarious and outdated. Maybe only the bad movies will. I thought Transformers 2 was unintentionally funny now, so I can’t even imagine what my grandchildren will say about it. I also found it funny that the scene at the end of The Great Train Robbery where the robber aims the gun at the crowd really freaked people of the day out. People’s tolerance for violence and horror in movies has certainly increased greatly in the last century. I have heard stories of people vomiting and passing out in theaters when The Exorcist came out. However nowadays, the movie is barely considered scary, and is certainly not enough for most people to vomit. This makes me worried for how violent and disturbing movies in 100 years will be. With movies like Hostel out, I don’t know what film makers of the future could to do be more disturbing. Then again, I’m sure people in 1903 wouldn’t be able to even comprehend that a movie like Hostel could be made. It is amazing to see the way film has progressed, and the way society has moved along with it.

A Night at the Theater

So for my theater event this week, I saw the Mixed UP play festival. It consisted of several sort plays, and a short film. It was on a very small stage, with the audience only in front of it, not on the sides at all. The plays used few props, probably as a result of poor funding. I liked this however, as they had to make do with what they had, and focus on dialogue and acting more, as there was no captivating scenery to draw attention away form the actors and bail them out. Unfortunately, they really could have used this, as their acting was very subpar. They made the common mistake of overacting. It was hard to have a suspension of belief when it was so obvious that the actors on stage were acting as the characters, rather than being the characters. The lighting was basic. The lights on the audience were dimmed, and the lights pointed at the stage were on, illuminating the entire stage. This didn’t call extra attention to any particular actor or character, but was really nothing special. The first play was called “Something Shocking.” It was about two scientists who just finished some experiment that went awry. They are trying to reverse the effects of the experiment by doing silly things like spinning their arms in circles and screaming. It was pretty ridiculous, and most of its humor was along the lines of,” Hey look how ridiculous they are acting! That’s hilarious.” I didn’t think it was very funny, and neither did most of the audience. They second play was named “The Boy Who Cried Woof.” It was really funny, and I don’t want to spoil it for you guys, but I will let you know it involved one actor acting like a dog for the entire play, which was surprisingly funny. The jokes in it were witty, and there was a newly wed couple in it that was a riot. They were the lovey-dovey sort of couple that is always finding any excuse to make out and look deeply into each other’s eyes. They talk in dazed, loving voices to each other, and recount their love stories to the other characters several times. I have several friends who certainly fall into the category of “lovey-dovey” couple, so it was really funny to see a parody of that. The short film, Johnny Rock and the Bees was not very good. It’s effects were cheesy, its jokes were dumb, and it used the overdone “guy with bad voice singing” joke several times. Overall, the plays were mediocre, but “The Boy Who Cried Woof” certainly stood out from the rest.

Zombie Movies and Symbolism

I read Jasie Stokes’s essay on Shaun of the Dead and post-modernism. It was really interesting. I watched Shaun of the dead a few years ago at a friend’s house, and I thought it was pretty funny, but really nothing too amazing. Part of it was probably the group I was with. They were talking or making out the whole time, and they really weren’t that into the movie. Had I read her essay before watching the movie I think I would have really enjoyed it on a much deeper level. At the least I certainly would have had a greater appreciation for it. The problem for me was that it didn’t have a lot of laugh-out-loud totally hilarious moments. The humor was intelligent and funny, but I guess just not on a riotous level. I had not really noticed that the movie refrained from “grotesque slapstick” humor, but that is impressive, as slapstick is way too trite and easy. When I watched it, I hadn’t realized that you could argue the zombies were used as symbols for the loss of identity today. I thought that the film was trying to make some point, but I wasn’t really able to pay close enough attention to figure out exactly what. That is one of the things I like about zombies movies; they generally have a specific point or message they are trying to convey. Night of the Living Dead was one of the first major movies to star a black actor as the main protagonist. The images of hoards of undead white people attacking him bear a striking symbolic similarity to racism of the time. Romero’s next zombie movie, Dawn of the Dead, was a commentary on the great rise of consumerism. People resurrected as zombies flocked to the malls because they spent so much of their life there as mindless “zombies,” buying and buying and buying. Shaun of the Dead addresses how people in everyday life today have become zombies in their rigid routines. They wake up, drive to work, take a lunch break, drive back to work, drive home, have dinner, then watch TV and go to sleep. Rinse and repeat daily. They are just as mindless and predictable as the hoards of zombies in movies.  

The Korean War Pt.II

For my culture event this week, I went to the Springville Dance Festival. It had groups of dancers from all over the world come to show their cultural dances. The first dance I saw was form the good old US of A. It was a stereotypical country dance, pretty much the spitting image of what you imagine when someone says “hoedown” There were several grizzled old men with grizzled old beards playing the music. There was a violinist and two guitarists. After they begun playing the dancers came on stage; ten guys in cowboys hats, and 10 cowgirls. First, they performed various line dances not uncommon at EFY. I was not impressed. But then, almost as if to prove something to me, they just started showing off. The guys began lifting and throwing the girls in the air! One cowboy even did the “helicopter move,” grabbing a girl by the legs and spinning her around until she was horizontal! To finish off, the cowboys all linked arms, forming a circle. Then the girls sat on their shoulders and they spun around a few times. It was a lot more impressive than I thought it would be, and was about as American as watching the Super Bowl on top of the Statue of Liberty while wearing a Second Amendment t-shirt. Or about as American as this picture.

Another dance I enjoyed was the Korean dance. Its beauty was in its simplicity; it was composed of 18 Korean men sitting on the ground playing drums. They didn’t move. Did I mention this went on for about 12 freaking minutes?!?! Calling that a dance was a stretch considering I’ve moved more writing this blog. I tried to get into the drumming at least, but it was extremely repetitive and boring. I’ve heard more interesting rhythms in middle school drum lines. And you might say, ”Well who says a dance has to have lots of movement, an interesting song, and cool dance moves? They were just trying to best display their culture.” To which I would reply, ”Shut up.” So in conclusion, while we may have a trillion dollar War in Iraq, a sagging economy, and a crumbling health care system, at least our cultural dance in Springville, Utah was better than Korea’s. And nobody can ever take that away from us.

  USA! USA! USA!

Culture Event from Last Week

So I went to a theater today to see a play and make up for not doing a cultural event last week.  I got to the box office and they informed me that they take cash only, and I just had my debit card.  Bummer!  So now I am doing 2 next week to make up for it.  Sorry Professor Stokes!!  

In the meantime, here is a picture of me running Cross Country to keep you guys entertained.

Have a nice day.

Experimental Theatre

There have been all sorts of experimental theatre in the 20th century. Many movements were created as a reaction to the governing conventions of the time. One of these movements was “Theatre of the Ridiculous.” This genre broke away from realism and naturalism, using surreal stories, sets, and props. Always pushing the envelope, it often made a conscious effort to be ridiculous, offensive, disturbing, and just plain strange. The plays often had very amateur actors, many of whom were just drag queens that had been found on the streets. The plays had a blending of gender and gender roles, as many characters cross-dressed for their roles. As a result, there were many underlying homoerotic themes. Men would be covered in glitter, have flamboyant roles, and generally just act more feminine. The message trying to be sent by this homoeroticism differed among playwrights, some trying to make a statement about gays and gay rights, and others just trying to question societal gender roles. The movement had a profound impact on pop culture of the 1970’s, especially music. The glam rock movement owes much of its style and attitude to the Theatre of the Ridiculous movement. Rockers who were completely straight were suddenly having long, colorful, curly hair. They were wearing glitter. They had tight pants on. They would wear make up, and in the case of Twisted Sister, would even cross dress. It is pretty interesting that such an extreme form of theatre could find its way into popular culture.
Another experimental modern theatre movement was the Neo-Futurist movement, founded in 1988. It basically threw all previous theatrical conventions out the door by not expecting the audience to have a “suspension of belief.” Rather than playing a character or hero, the actors simply play themselves. (So is that truly acting?) The plays are not only performed on stage, but the stage is the actual setting. If you are watching the play on August 7th, then August 7th is the time at which the action took place. Essentially, you are watching the play as it is being written. This creates a sense of extreme honesty. What you are watching is real. It is like seeing William Wallace defeat the English yourself, in person, at the exact moment it took place rather than watching Braveheart or a stage reenactment. But instead of watching a Scotsman tear Brits to shreds you will be watching a couple of average Joes talking.

"Music Can Alter Moods and Talk to You" - Eminem

I found our discussions in class about the evolution of music to be particularly interesting. I liked listening to the Gregorian chants. Even though you can not understand a word of what they are saying, its is still beautiful, and creates a great imagery of a chorus singing in a dark, old cathedral. I was surprised that the music was sung in church services however, because I did not find it to be particularly uplifting. Of course, I am hundreds of years removed from its target audience, so that probably shouldn’t be surprising. While going through the history of music, I was surprised at how many songs I recognized. Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D Minor was familiar from scary movies and video games. I had heard Vivaldi’s Four Seasons before, although I couldn’t recall where from. I knew several of Beethoven’s symphonies from A Clockwork Orange. The main character in the movie loves Beethoven, and is extremely violent. The opening of the symphony and violent actions of the character were juxtaposed, creating powerful and stark imagery. Now I can not picture one without the other. Part of the power of music is its ability to be emotionally moving. I have found this to be especially true when I can tie it in to a particular image. For example, the closing scene of Donnie Darko plays rendition of “Mad World” by Tears for Fears. The scene displays the death of the main character and shows random characters from throughout the film lying in bed crying. Now I can not hear that song without it tugging at my emotional heart strings. This is probably one of the many reasons film has become such a powerful medium. It is able to combine several previous art forms into one fluid composition. Another part of music I love are the lyrics. I have been reading a book called Pink Floyd and Philosophy. It analyzes the lyrics of many Pink Floyd songs and tries to understand the message they were trying to send. It has been cool because it gives me such a greater understanding and appreciation of the music, and I can enjoy it on a whole new intellectual level. Music truly does have the power to move and inform, whether it’s through images, lyrics, or even just by creating an emotional mood.

Culture Event

I am doubling up on culture events next week, and there will be 4 blogs.  In  Absence of said blog this week, here is a picture of me filling up my car with gas.

Have a nice day.

Drama and Such

Unlike dance, I recently come to a great appreciation for drama. Until 2 years ago, my attitude towards plays was the same as most boys my age: “It’s acting without explosions and special effects. So what’s the point?” However that all changed when I went to see 12 Angry Men with my dad. It was awesome! The dialogue was intelligently written, the characters were interesting, and the presence of live, breathing actors on stage rather than pixilated actors really made an impression on me. Then, last summer I went to see Les Miserables in St. George, and was blown away. I even pirated a copy of the soundtrack! (I hadn’t signed the Honor Code at that point in my life). Therefore, I was not at all surprised that reading about drama in our textbook was quite interesting to me. I found the topic of catharsis to be particularly interesting. Catharsis is the purging of emotions (typically negative) by experiencing them vicariously through a play or movie. The play Oedipus is a perfect example of catharsis. By watching the play, our fear of the unknown may be purged. No matter what happens to us, it can never be as bad as what happened to Oedipus right?  

Unless you’re this kid I guess.

I also found the dramatic analysis of Romeo and Juliet to be interesting. I especially liked the analysis of symbols and motifs. The analysis points out that there is a love/death or womb/tomb motif all through the play. Juliet herself says “My grave is like to be my death bed.” Death and love are tied together in dialogue throughout the play, and are intertwined at the ending when Romeo and Juliet commit suicide for love. The book says that them committing suicide for love in the catacombs was a paradoxical tension aligning the womb (source of life) and the tomb (symbol of death). I say it was really just a more sophisticated way of saying what modern day t-shirt companies have told me:

And that’s probably why I’m not a critic.

I also found it interesting that plays were used by the Greeks as a sort of morality tale. Characters would have a certain tragic flaw, and this flaw would eventually lead to their downfall, providing a lesson of sorts. That seems to be a pretty effective method of teaching. For example, Oedipus’s tragic flaw was his obsessive pursuit for self knowledge. After watching this obsession lead Oedipus to have sex with his mom and gouge his eyes out, I think most Greeks probably got the point. Founding out about things such as catharsis and the use of drama as a tool for increasing morality or proving a point has really made me greater appreciate an art form I already had a great deal of respect for.

A Danse Macabre

I was surprised at how interesting I found learning about dance as an art form was. Being a white male, I have never considered myself to be a good or even adequate dancer. I have always viewed dancing as just something girls like, and therefore a good thing to do now and then when I’m with a girl I want to get with. Coincidentally, this is the same way I feel about watching The Notebook.

Every guy owns one copy for use in the right time. Admit it.

I also must say that I thoroughly enjoyed watching my high school’s dance team perform, but that had a lot more to do with raging hormones than an appreciation of the art form. And confession: I lied in my first sentence of this blog. When I began writing this, I thought that I would just lie and say that I have had some great epiphany and realized my love for dance, much like I discovered a latent interest in paintings and architecture. But who am I kidding? I still can’t get into dance. Sorry guys. Maybe my dislike of dance is just my body’s response to my inadequacy on the dance floor; an evolutionary guarding mechanism preventing me from public humiliation. Maybe I am not comfortable enough with my manhood to find an interest in something stereotypically “sissy.” But not only can I not get into the heavy stuff like ballet or cultural dances, but I can’t even get into dances that are “cool” and “hip!” I didn’t even like the movie Step Up! We watched a part of the ballet Swan Lake in class this week, and I tried to get into it, I really did. I memorized the different dance terms in a hope that if I could shout things like “That was a perfectly executed Pirouette!” maybe I could understand the beauty of it. No luck. I tried using the sad fact that any given male danseur is probably stronger than I will ever be to convince myself that there is no manlier calling than being a man dancing ballet (except of course being a lumberjack, the epitome of manhood). No Luck there either.

By looking at this photo you just grew 5 chest hairs.

Anyways, for whatever reason, I just can not get into dance. I have tried hard to appreciate it, and who knows, maybe an increased knowledge of it will help me embrace it (don’t count on it). You probably didn’t learn anything useful from this blog; in fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if you know less now that you have read it.  If nothing else, i hope that while this blog may not have been educational or even relevant, maybe it was enjoyable and funny.  Following that note, here is a completely irrelevant but funny picture.

I Have Changed.

I have found it interesting to talk about art from around the world in class. We have discussed art from all over Europe from many different time periods. It has made me really want to take a trip to Europe. I Feel that I would be able to better appreciate much of what is there now. I now know the history behind specific buildings such as the Parthenon, Pantheon, and the Haggia Sophia. In addition, I know various architectural styles and they are composed of. I could go to a Renaissance building and admire the arcades and pediments, go to an ancient Greek temple and tell my friends whether the columns are Doric or Ionic, I can go to a Romanesque church and explain the significance of the rose window.  

In addition to architecture, I have found that learning about paintings has been interesting. I feel that I have a much better analytical eye for art now, and can look for symbolism, themes, lines, and color contrasts to get an idea of what the artist way trying to convey. I feel that I have been able to connect with paintings on a much more emotional level than ever before. Before this class, I would have looked at Van Gogh’s Crows Over Cornfield and thought “His cornfield looks like vomit, what an idiot.”

Now however, I can look at the swirling shapes, abrupt end to the middle path, and the ominous appearance of the crows and see into the disturbed mind of a man about to end his life. This has been a great change for me, and I have never enjoyed art, or thinking about art like this before. I wish I had taken this class before I went to Washington D.C. last summer, as we stopped at the National Gallery of Art, and I would have appreciated it much more. I spent only an hour there, and felt that that was too long. Now however, I feel that I could be in there for 3 days and not be satiated. This class certainly has brought a profound change in the way I view art and the human experience

Drag Me to Hell Too

So this week I saw Drag Me to Hell, and I must say, it was a pretty interesting experience. I had never expected my Humanities class to lead me to a dollar theater to watch a horror film, but I am glad it did, otherwise I never would have seen this movie. It was made by the same director as the Evil Dead series (Sam Raimi), which I thoroughly enjoyed. It was very similar, just on a PG-13 scale. The humor was very much the same; a surreal mix of slapstick and gore. The scene where the giant hook falls on the demoness’s head, crushing it and shooting her eyeballs at the protagonist is a perfect example of this. The subject matter has been similar throughout the movies. The earlier Evil Dead movies dealt with zombies that had been reanimated by demonic magic/curses, and while this movie had no true zombies, several people were possessed by a demon, so it remained true to form. There was also a certain camera technique present during all the films. The camera starts away from the character, and then rushes towards them, almost as if it was attacking.  
While it seemed a bit silly at points, there were several things about the screenplay I liked. First of all, I loved the ending. SPOILER ALERT: True to the name of the film, the main character gets dragged down to hell at the end after the audience is tricked into thinking she is safe. I really liked that because it was a gutsy move on the part of the writers. People generally like happy endings that delicately and completely close the story. This ending is sad and spontaneous, with her being dragged to hell and then immediately ending before you realize what is going on. I also liked the fact that the movie acted as a sort of morality tale. The main character tries to be a good person, but in a moment of selfishness and greed denies an old woman an extension on her mortgage, and embarrasses her in public. Because of this one bad choice she is pursued by a demon and eventually spends an eternity burning in hell. I liked this because it tells us that even if we think we are nice and generally well-liked, we must be careful not to make greedy and selfish choices; even once. So while it was a little out there and not as scary as I hoped, overall, Drag Me to Hell was much better than most horror movies that come out as it attempted to convey a message and distinct style rather than just being an excuse for your girlfriend to hold on to you.

The Great War and the End of Ideals

Reading “The Great War, the Broken War-body and Modernism in the Works of Otto Dix” was extremely interesting to me. It explained the link between World War I and the birth of new art form Dadaism.

World War I really was a departure from earlier wars. In past wars, skill and knowledge would greatly increase the chances of survival. Men who were a good shot had an advantage over the enemy. Men who knew the terrain and spots to hold down had an increased chance of survival. Generally, men were killed by individuals and their bullets. A man aimed at a man, pulled the trigger, and killed him. It was as if he had won an individual fight; he had bested that man. I believe that contributed to the romanticism surrounding those wars. They were a sort of proving ground for men; a place where they could show their worth and becomes heroes. It was almost like a competition. In World War I however, a man pushed a button that would send a bomb to fragment 300 men. He had not proven himself or been a hero. He had not displayed marksmanship with a gun, dexterity with a sword, or cunning knowledge that bested the enemy. He had simply pressed a button. Likewise, the men killed were not worse soldiers than he; they were merely in the wrong place at the wrong time, and were now fragments; less men than mere combinations of muscle, bone and skin. The progression of technology had made the killing and maiming of men much more cruel, efficient, and gruesome on a large scale. It seems as though the war was often more of a conflict between man and machine than man vs. man.

Man vs. Mortar
Man vs. Tank
Man vs. Hand Grenade
Man vs. Mustard Gas

More so than any war before, fate determined those who lived, those who lived maimed, and those who died. With bombs, mortars and gas dropping from the sky there was little anyone could do to increase survival. Fate rather than skill and knowledge had become the determinant for success and survival. A 5 star general and a private would be just as likely to die if placed in the same position. This destruction of the individual in war is what shattered the dream of the romance and glory of war and serving your country. This philosophical change in attitude towards war can be seen in the art of the time. Compare this Romantic painting of the French Revolution to the Dadaist etching of World War I.

The first is glorious. These people have bested the enemy, won the war, and carry their flag to victory. These people are portrayed as heroes; they struggled through an intense battle but because of their heart, might, ,mind and strength were able to persevere. Now compare it to the second painting of the Stormtroopers. They are fearsome and grotesque. While they may be on their way to victory like the French above, they are certainly not portrayed as heroes. They are scarcley even human. And that is what I believe was the main difference of World War I. It removed the humanity from war. Rather than acting as individuals men became cogs in the war machine, extensions of military technology. Machines such as tanks, bombs and mines became the deciding factors in war; not the extent of the infantry’s skill and training. A bomb launched by a 5 year old or General Patton would kill the same amount of people. Men themselves became useful only as a body count, an indicator of whether their nation was victorious or defeated.  

Post-war Dadaist art also echoes with the changes from World War I. As the war ended, millions of young men were sent mentally, emotionally, and physically shattered. To repair their broken bodies, men were given prosthetic limbs and had holes in their faces replaced with painted metal. This once again shows the dehumanizing nature of the war. Even after the conflict, many men were part man part machine! This is displayed brilliantly in The Skat Players.

This portrays several veterans who have been “fixed” with machine parts trying to return to the their prior lives. It is possible only to a certain extent, as they must make grotesque adjustments such as holding cards with their feet.  

Dadaist art can defiantly be seen as a metaphor for World War I. With the Great War former ideals, standards, and norms were shattered, leaving only chaos. Dadaism was a commentary on this chaos. It realized that the world had changed, moved on. Things could never go back to the to the way they had been, with romantic and realistic paintings portraying man in an elevated state. Therefore Dada artists moved on too. Their art became chaotic, grotesque and disillusioned. The primary complaint against the Dada art is that it makes no sense, is just a messy assortment of colors, figures and images.

But then again, does one man pressing a button to end the lives of 500 strangers make sense? Does watching men’s lungs burn from the inside out from mustard gas make sense? And as for the complaint that Dada art is just a messy assortment of images and colors, look at a battlefield, isn’t it just a messy collage of body parts, scrap metal, dirt and blood?

The Savior on the Water

I went to The Window Box Art Gallery in downtown Provo today. There were a lot of really cool paintings and reproductions, but one in particular caught my attention. It was a painting of the Savior walking across the water to rescue the sailing disciples. Unfortunately, I could not find an image of the painting online, so I will have to do my best at describing it.  
The painting was created with oil paint on a canvas. Most of the painting was extremely dark and cool, made up of dark shades of blue, black and gray. The ship was in the back-left area of the painting, and as it was in the distance and the sun was setting, the ship is all black; more of a shadow than anything. The sky is dark and stormy with swirling dark blue and grays making the storm clouds. The color changes around the Savior however, as the sun is setting right above his head. This is the only area of the sky that is not covered in clouds. The setting sun casts an orange glow on Jesus and the water around him. These warm colors make Jesus jump out at you, emphasizing that he is truly the focus of the painting. He is wearing all white but is tinted orange and yellow with the reflection of the sun. The water around his feet is a much lighter blue, absorbing the glowing aura around him. The painting is very much horizontal, the motion of Jesus is a horizontal right towards the distant ship. It is symmetrical, with Jesus placed in the center and the setting sun is placed right above his head, giving him a heavenly glow. The lines are all swirling as it is a storm and visibility is hindered. The painting all seems hazy, much like Van Gogh’s self portraits. Jesus’s face is not clear; it just blends in with the storm around it. I thought this was cool, because the way Jesus’s body and face are hazy even though they are the focus of the painting makes him blend in with the rest of the landscape better. This creates a very surreal feel when viewing it because if you were there witnessing the event, this is how I think you would see it. With waves crashing, lighting flashing, and torrential rain coming down you wouldn’t be able to see every detail of Jesus; he would be a glowing, hazy figure. Likewise, the ship would be barely visible, just as it is here.  
The painting was by LDS artist J. Kirk Richards and was certainly a departure from the typical realistic, clear-cut paintings done by LDS artists. I hope more LDS artists will take risks and paint like him so we can show the world what we are truly capable of.

The Thinker

I have really enjoyed the out of class reading of Coming to Your Senses. The chapter this week on sculpture was eye-opening because it gave a brief history on some of the most famous sculptors. I really liked the work of Auguste Rodin. I had always liked the sculpture The Thinker, but had not known it was made by him.

I love it because it displays a man all alone, deep in contemplation. He has some deep problem to solve, and realizes he must do it on his own, and that it is all up to him. It is similar to the photo of Kennedy titled “The Loneliest Job in the World” which portrays him hunched over in the Oval Office, deep in thought.

It was taken at the peak of the Cuban Missile Crisis. He was standing in contemplation at the window of the Oval Office with the fate of the country resting on his shoulders. He realized that it was all up to him and him only as the sole person with the power to resolve the conflict. He was unsure of what to do, so all that he could do was think and think and think. Both Kennedy and The Thinker seem grim, realizing the gravity of the situation they are in. We know what was on Kennedy’s mind, but I always wonder what The Thinker is deep in thought about. Whatever situation he is in seems like it must be as grim as Kennedy’s, as there is no semblance of a smile on his face.  

These images are powerful to me because I can relate to them. There are times where there is some seemingly insurmountable problem in my way and all I can do is be alone and think, stretching every corner of my brain for the perfect solution. I can relate to their isolation, as I like to do my thinking and problem solving on my own and have a hard time accepting advice or outside help. While I may not have situations with the gravity of the Cuban Missile Crisis, I do get pretty grim and serious when I am thinking, and therefore can relate to that as well. It is fun for me to be able to see works of art and relate them to myself and other things I have seen. This is one of the reasons I have enjoyed this class so much.

Of Fallingwater and Ford Pintos.

In discussing From Bauhaus to Our House during class, I became an admirer of Frank Llyod Wright and his building Fallingwater.

It is a truly beautiful piece of architecture, and was one of Smithsonian Magazine’s “Top 28 Places to Visit Before You Die.” In addition, it is also cited as the source of inspiration for Ayn Rand’s The Fountianhead: a philosophical book that used the rise of the International Style and conformity as an allegory for the danger of conformity and the masses in general.  

 Part of what makes Fallingwater so beautiful is its complete integration with the environment around it. It is built on a natural waterfall which to this day runs under the house. In the hearth area, natural rock is protruding through the floor, creating a natural place to lay down. In areas where glass windows meet stone, there is no metal frame; the glass is attached straight to the stone.

This integration and use of the natural environment exemplifies Wright’s Organic style, which sought to use the terrain and environment around the building to its advantage, rather than just leveling it.

 I found it sad that the rise of the International Style came at the expense of Wright. As it became the primary style of architecture, Wright and his Organic style became archaic and outdated. People still regarded him as a genius, but only a genius of his time rather than a genius who was still relevant. The attitude was similar to the way we might view the Model T: it was amazing and advanced for its time, but has no place or relevance in today’s society. It is ironic that Wright’s “outdated” buildings were often much more technologically advanced and more complex than the International Style buildings that usurped them. It would be as if we declared the Lamborghini too complex and impractical and all began driving “simple” and “non-bourgeois” Ford Pintos.

The fact that his buildings were superior to the International Style and yet were still not popular must have eaten at Wright. I am glad that his buildings are again revered today, and that the International Style is itself being replaced by the Post-Modern, and Post-Post-Modern, and whatever else is on the way. I really hope to be able to see Fallingwater before I die, as it would surely be a remarkable experience. 

From Bauhaus to Our House!

Reading the first few chapters of From Bauhaus to Our House blew my mind. I had no idea that such an elite few had influenced the course of modern architecture for the world. It is truly a shame that things turned out the way they have, and that we really don’t see daring or different architecture anymore. I have noticed this before when I saw that my entire neighborhood was comprised of houses from only three different models and two colors. It is pretty boring. There are no risks, and no houses that stand out.  

Also of interest to me was the extent which Socialist governments played in the new world of architecture. They funded many of the buildings which came out of the guilds like Bauhaus, as they liked the simplicity and functionality of them. Because of this support from the Socialists, I was surprised that Americans embraced the same architectural ideals, as they were terrified of anything even remotely Communist or Socialist. Americans of the time went as far as to oppose the addition of Fluoride (an element that strengthens teeth, and is present in most toothpaste) to community water supplies because they were convinced it was a Commie plan to poison them, so it seems odd they would embrace Socialist architecture. 

Pictured above: The Soviet Takeover

The ideal of constructing buildings that are identical in purpose and appearance seems quite Socialist, and it is too bad it has become so prominent here. I wonder what would happen if several rogue architects began designing buildings that go against the norm, and take risks, shooting for a great appearance and ascetic rather than mere monotonous functionality? This problem reminds me of Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead. Howard Roark, the protagonist, designs buildings that go against what society and architectural boards expect. His buildings are ugly to the masses, but beautiful to the enlightened and free minded. Ironically, the book warns of the dangers of a loss of individuality that guilds create; guilds like Bauhaus. Would a rogue architect be able to find work without the blessing of those in control of the profession? Do such rebels exist today? Building beautiful homes that will be seen by almost no one? I sure hope so.

Symbolism FTW

In class, I found the use of symbols in art to be interesting. The Greek deities fascinate me. They each have distinct personalities and traits, and have extremely flawed characters. Maybe the fact that they were flawed made it easier for the Greeks to connect with them, as they felt they were more alike than different. It was interesting to see the different deities represented in paintings and sculptures. The Greek sculptures we looked at were incredible. They seemed to be anatomically precise, and had the smallest details in them.

 

The biblical symbolism was also interesting because of the incredible amount of distinct symbols. I had no idea there were that many Biblical symbols, but upon explanation, they all seem to make sense. It was fun to look at paintings, trying to locate and explain these symbols. What I don’t know is if most of the people at the time of the paintings knew about these different symbols. It seems like it might be a waste to spend so much time trying to include them and make allegories if their significance is lost on the majority of the population. I would also like to know how there came to be a consensus on what certain animals, flowers, and objects symbolize. Some seem pretty obvious, such as Satan being represented as a snake, but others seem random, such as the pelican representing the Eucharist. Who suddenly decided that a pelican would represent the Sacrament and not anything else?

Pictured above: the sacrament

We also started talking about Egyptian, Greek, and Roman architecture this week. I sometimes wonder how the cultures’ architecture and art we study are chosen. We have yet to mention Middle East, Chinese, or Japanese arts. Maybe it is because our art today was more derived from then Greeks and Romans? I would think that some of our art and architecture would have to have been influenced from the Middle East, because during the Crusades, Western Europe picked up many things from the area, including new spices, sciences, fabrics, and manners. Some would go so far as to say that it was contact with the East that led to the explosion of new ideas in the Renaissance. It seems that one way or another, the Middle East would be a key factor in how our art, architecture, and society got to the point they are at now. Anyways, class discussion was pretty interesting this week, and I thoroughly enjoy being there.

Woah! Art on Stone!

Yesterday I went to the Stone Art Gallery in Park City, Utah. It was extremely unique. Most of the art in the gallery was made of various types of stone (granite, quartzite, slate). There were chairs and tables that had the appearance of wood, but were really made of rock. There were also many paintings that were painted on flat slabs of rock rather than canvas. There were paintings of wolves, horses, Native Americans, and even a really trippy image of a bunch of horses inside horses.

The whole exhibit had an extreme Southwest/ Santa Fe feel to it, which I felt like I could relate too, as I grew up in Albuquerque. I used to go to Santa Fe with my grandpa, and we would walk through the many art galleries. This gallery was a provided a nice chance to reminisce on those memories.  

While touring the gallery I found a really cool work of stone art. It was extremely abstract, and at first just looked like a regular slab of marble.

After looking for a few seconds however, I discovered that there was in fact a horse head in the marble. It was not engraved on the top of the rock, but literally appeared to be a naturally occurring pattern in the marble. When I stepped a few feet back, I saw another horse’s head appearing to the left. That’s when a voice behind me said, “There are at least 9 horses in that rock, and an infinite number of other animals, faces, and designs, the number of which is only limited by your imagination.” It was none other than Feliz Saez, owner of the gallery and artist of the “horse rock.” He explained to me that the rock was much like a formation of clouds in the sky; an empty canvas filled with hidden pictures that are created by the brain’s subconscious desire to find order and patterns in randomness. The first horse I saw was what he called “the window image” as it was purposely inserted into the marble to be indiscreet, catching the eye of the viewer. After finding one picture in the stone, our brain begins scanning for more, and from there, what each person sees is uniquely up to them. I found three horses, as well as several faces in the rock. It was fun because no one really sees the same thing. My dad was with me, and he saw totally different images in the rock. It was awesome.

I thoroughly enjoyed the gallery, as it was a medium (painting on stone) that I had never really seen before. I also enjoyed talking to Saez, as he gave me insight into the mind of the artist. When I asked him if it was hard for him to sell a work of art after putting so much of himself into it, he answered,” Well the way I see it is as a trade; I give up the thing I have worked hardest at (art) for the thing the buyer has worked hardest for (cash).” I liked the practicality of his thinking. After all, he has to make a living off of selling his art. Between the incredible exhibits and the conversation with Saez, the stone art gallery truly was a one-of-a-kind experience.

The Farmers Market

So today I went to the Provo Farmers Market, and I must say I was a little disappointed. I went to the website for the event, and saw pictures of:
People playing music

Enormous cotton candy!

Cute babies


None of these were there! There were a lot of stands selling vegetables, home-made clothes/accessories, and random chain food like Subzero Ice Cream. The atmosphere was annoying, as everything was crowded, hot, and loud. There were a lot of little kids running around, and NO cute babies. The people seemed to be kind of hickish, and there were many plaid shirts. Surprisingly, the people attending the market seemed to be more of rednecks and farmers than the people running the booths themselves! Some of the booths themselves were interesting. One was selling LDS art, and it had some good paintings of the prophet and his wife. Most of the paintings were extremely similar however, even though they were painted by many different artists. One stand was selling tie dye clothes, and there was a tie dye poncho, which is probably the greatest thing ever made.

                                           Awesome!

 
I was disappointed that there was no live music, and the stand keepers decided that blasting country and pop was a viable alternative. It wasn’t. The best thing about the market was defiantly the smells. There was grilled teriyaki chicken, kettle corn, French fries, and all sorts of random deliciousness. So in conclusion, the Farmers Market, was disappointing, and I certainly did not feel any more “enlightened” or cultured. I imagined local farmers peddling goods; not chain restaurants like Subzero Ice Cream. However, some of the booths did seem to be family run, and there was a booth for signing up to donate blood, which I was glad to see. So, overall, I would have to give the Farmers Market a mediocre 5 out of 10.

My plan for cultural events:

Week 1: Farmer's Market

Week 2: Provo Gallery

Week 3: SLC Twilight Concert

Week 4: Ballet Under the Stars

Week 5: Sundance Screening

Week 6: Springville Musuem of Art

Week 7: Salt Lake Gallery

Week 8: Dance Sport

Impressions from Class: Week 1

In class, we had a brief overview of the history of art. While it was pretty funny to see that the Romans shamelessly copied the Greeks, I was most interested in the eras of art from the 20th century to now. Here are some of my favorites from each of these eras:

Impressionism 

In this painting, you can see the extreme care that was taken to perfectly portray the way the artist saw the sun illuminating the clouds and reflecting across the water. The people boating across the lake are barely discernable, and the same goes for the dark city in the background. The painting is vibrant and emotional, capturing a fleeting moment of perfect lighting and atmosphere. 

 Post-impressionism 

This self portrait of Van Gogh struck me because it has a haunting tone to it. It uses dark colors and swirling patterns to create a discomforting atmosphere. I liked that this portrait was able to make me feel a certain way (distressed). The portrait seems to reflect Van Gogh’s troubled mind, much in the same way Dorian Gray’s portrait mirrored the condition of his soul.

Modernism

This painting is extremely surreal, with clocks melting away. To me this seems to signify how our perception of the timing of memories is often not lined up with reality. It may be a reference to the telescopic effect, which basically states that as we age, we view distant events as having occurred sooner than they did, and recent events as occurring more distant than in reality. The phrase “it seems like only yesterday …..” is a perfect example of this. The distorted clocks are bent, changing the path of the hands of the clock, just as our memories seem to follow a bent timeline rather than the straight path of reality.

Post-Modernism

This picture is a mockery of The Persistence of Memory. I liked it because it is funny, mocking the art elitists by centering the picture on popular culture, allowing everyone, not just those with advanced degrees to appreciate it.

The Importance of the Arts

Reading the first few chapters of Coming to Your Senses and Taylor’s article “End the University as We Know It” has certainly changed the way I look at the place and purpose of fine arts. Majoring in neuroscience, I have always been more of a logical and scientific thinker.
See also: Sophic
See also: Apollonian
See also: Left-brain
See also: Socratic
What I have learned is that liberal and fine arts, reason and emotion, science and art are often intertwined. Looking back to the Greek Classical era, you will see beautiful sculptures that are not only artistic and aesthetic, but also anatomically precise.

Likewise, contemporary art can have a scientific foundation.

I have also realized that the fine arts can be a powerful way of expressing liberal arts. Art can express:

Political Science

Philosophy

Sociology

From the article “End the University as We Know It” I have seen the advantages of a more holistic education. Our college system of narrow specialization in fields has created many specialists, but at what cost? Without a cultural literacy, and an appreciation of the arts, these specialists have missed part of the human experience! As Charles Darwin lamented late in his life “The loss of [my taste for the arts] is a loss of happiness, and possibly injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character.” As a boy, Darwin took great pleasure in music and Shakespearean plays. As he grew older, and devoted literally all his time to science, he lost his ability to appreciate those arts; therefore losing a part of himself. Hopefully I will not suffer this same fate.