Archive for November, 2007

Estelle Goes Angel Hunting

Estelle smoothed her long, black gloves. She was still stunningly beautiful, after all these years spent with Antoine and without him; the funeral dress striking against her pale skin and golden hair.

Flutter. Feathers. Milk. Sweetness.

“Another angel…We need a shotgun. I’d like to take one down, just once. See what the little beasts are made of.”

The man who had been inlove with Estelle all the time she had been Antoine’s wife handed her a shotgun to match her dress. Estelle aimed and fired.

Shriek. Fragments. Child tears.

Estelle bent over the former angel.

 ”You know”, she said, wiping a dark red stain off her tall perfect forehead, “it’s actually not that different from fox hunting. Someone should do something about the remains. And I need a new piece of cake, this one has angel in it.” 

-inspired by Jean Anouilh, Cher Antoine

The American Companion of Picasso

300px-stein_by_picasso.jpgWhat have we learned from Gertrude Stein, she who loved not punctuation? I will not be strict here and polish a sarcophagus with my bare hands. This is only cafe discussion. Therefore, Ms. Stein, do you take sugar?

“Yes. Thank you.”

1. Of painting

“Painting in the nineteenth century was only done in France and by Frenchmen, apart from that, painting did not exist, in the twentieth century it was done in France, but by Spaniards.”

2. Of Picasso’s friends in France

“His friends in Paris were writers rather than painters, why have painters for friends when he could paint as he could paint.”

3. Of loving your creation a bit more than the creation of others

“He said that when one went to an exhibition and looked at the pictures of other painters one knows that they are bad, there is no excuse for it they are simply bad, but one’s own pictures, one knows the reasons why they are bad and so they are not hopelessly bad.”  

4. Of how we as humans are the same, only the things we see change

“At present another composition is commencing, each generation has its own composition, people do not change from one generation to another but the composition that surrounds them changes.”

5. Of the splendour of the XXth century

“… the twentieth century is that, it is a time when everything cracks, where everything is destroyed, everything isolates itself, it is a more splendid thing than a period where everything follows itself. So then the twentieth century is a splendid period, not a reasonable one in the scientific sense, but splendid.”

I was formed at the sunset of a beautiful catastrophe. Stein and Picasso are beads in my string of parents.

This new century art belongs to my generation; it is ours to fabricate and mirror and be grateful to the splendour behind.