The high art of Japanese interiors in Shogun /
If there is high art - this is it.
I'm not going to discuss brutality here, and to be quite honest brutality does tarnish the beauty of art, I do not approve of it and it disgusts me. But because this is a television show I'm not going to give it the credibility to deserve some sort of philosophical discussion.
I'm also not going to discuss certain things that I've read about, certain problems that Japan has now in modernity as well as in the past. This is going to be a simple post about what I get high on, looking at it I get an adrenaline rush and tears in my eyes. I get very very emotional which is completely irrational and magical.
From the first moment I laid my eyes on Japanese gardens in a book 30 years ago I was madly in love with something that I cannot explain, that is just only from Japan. The most beautiful rooms I've ever been in in my life are rooms in Japan.
This is the beauty that in my mind I imagine as the perfect most high art in interior decoration. If I were to design the perfect room in some perfect world where I'd like to dwell, this is pretty much it.
The above screens are from the most recent show Shogun.
After seeing this the word couch sounds obscene.
I imagine working on a smooth wooden floor with a big fat brush.
By putting a couch in the living room people lose forever the opportunity to do cartwheels /
Watched The Hobbit and Lord of the Ring movies and cried /
My digital feed algorithm thought to throw in a footballer. For the record, dear algorithm, I don't give a shit if people kick a ball for a living, dogs do it better /
When I was little girl I dreamed of great adventures in space and read Isaac Asimov's novels /
Now on a quiet Sunday evening I look at vast surfaces of Mars on my computer, I'm watching SpaceX launch crew8 to the Space Station, I have a letter from NASA's boss on my shelf, I recall with much warmth my work on Star Wars, and I have a giant painting of Mars panorama in my room near my bed, which I'm going to continue working on tomorrow, I'm sampling various lovely science fiction books that I'm listening to on my phone, I never gave up on the dream.
And I imagine one day many centuries from now a young person is going to be sitting on a little Sunday in their little spaceship somewhere near small nebula in the vastness of space, scrolling through tales of Earth. Oh shit.
I feel privileged to be painting Har Decher for the first time in history. The hieroglyphs of the brush stokes are the language of rocks /
I feel privileged to be painting Har Decher for the first time in History. The hieroglyphs of the brush stokes are the language of rocks.
Mars speaks in Rock hieroglyphs /
Incredible production design on Dune Part 2 /
It prompts visions of Mars and ancient Egypt. It is visually classes above anything I have seen recently.
M for Mars /
M for Mars
Needles of Culture. 3500 years old Cleopatra's needle, a dash of airplane and a skyscraper, this is New York City for you /
Needles of Culture intersect from my point of view in Central Park.
New York City is more than a graduate school, you never graduate. All you have to do is get out of your house and you have everything you need to know about the world, if only you know to look and learn how to see.
New York City is also a teacher of the fleeting, it is a teacher of eternity, and the human condition, of the momentary, of the acquisition and subsequent discardment of objects. Whatever was in the best of shops ultimately ends up in the landfill.
New York City also teaches the value of things, a churro is $3, but 200 meters south it is $4. And the value of a homeless person is zero.
In its great galleries and museums I saw the best the world can offer, priceless works of art money can't buy.
A Monopoly devouring the internet /
"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything." /
Mars Panorama /
Mars Panorama