Steve Martin | AN OBJECT OF BEAUTY “One artist with the pseudonym (it was natural to assume) of Pilot Mouse had taken over a gallery and installed . . . another gallery. We viewers went in one at a time, and inside was a simulation of an uptown gallery, complete with gallery goers—really guerrilla actors—who walked around and looked at the antique store paintings on the wall.” — Steve Martin | AN OBJECT OF BEAUTY recursion, glamour, innovationNatasha JoukovskyOctober 31, 2020An Object of Beauty, Steve Martin, art, simulacraComment
George Eliot | MIDDLEMARCH “Art is an old language with a great many artificial affected styles, and sometimes the chief pleasure one gets out of knowing them is the mere sense of knowing.” — George Eliot | MIDDLEMARCH recursion, glamourNatasha JoukovskyJuly 25, 2017art, pleasure, knowing, George Eliot, Middlemarch, 2Comment
Sun Tzu | THE ART OF WAR “All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when we are able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must appear inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near.” — Sun Tsu | THE ART OF WAR glamourNatasha JoukovskyJuly 25, 2017art, Sun Tzu, The Art of War, deception, 2Comment
Antoine de Saint-Exupery | WIND, SAND, AND STARS “In anything at all, perfection is finally attained not when there is no longer anything to add, but when there is no longer anything to take away, when a body has been stripped down to its nakedness.It results from this that perfection of invention touches hands with the absence of invention, as if that line which the human eye will follow with effortless delight were a line that had not been invented but simply discovered, had in the beginning been hidden by nature and in the end been found by the engineer. There is an ancient myth out the image asleep in the block of marble until it is carefully disengaged by the sculptor. The sculptor must himself feel that he is not so much inventing or shaping the curve of breast or shoulder as delivering the image from its prison.In this spirit do engineers, physicists concerned with thermodynamics, and the swarm of preoccupied draughtsmen tackle their work. In appearance, but only in appearance, they seem to be polishing surfaces and refining away angles, easing this joint or stabilizing that wing, rendering these parts invisible, so that in the end there is no longer a wing hooked to a framework but a form flawless in its perfection, completely disengaged from its matrix, a sort of spontaneous whole, its parts mysteriously fused together and resembling in their unity a poem.Meanwhile, startling as it is that all visible evidence of invention should have been refined out of this instrument and that there should be delivered to us an object as natural as a pebble polished by the waves, it is equally wonderful that he who uses this instrument should be able to forget that it is a machine.There was a time when a flyer sat at the centre of a complicated works. Flight set us factory problems. The indicators that oscillated on the instrument panel warned us of a thousand dangers. But in the machine of today we forget that the motors are whirring: the motor, finally, has come to fulfil its function, which is to whirr as a heart beats—and we give no thought to the beating of our heart. Thus precisely because it is perfect the machine dissembles its own existence instead of forcing itself upon us.” — Antoine de Saint-Exupery | WIND, SAND, AND STARS mythology, innovation, glamourNatasha JoukovskyJune 9, 2017Pygmalion, Antoine de Saint-Exupery, Wind Sand and Stars, art, physics, 2, aviation, flyingComment
Donna Tartt | THE SECRET HISTORY “His students—if they were any mark of his tutelage—were imposing enough, and different as they all were they shared a certain coolness, a cruel, mannered charm which was not modern in the least but had a strange cold breath of the ancient world:they were magnificent creatures, such eyes, such hands, such looks—sic oculos, sic ille manus, sic ora ferehat. I envied them, and found them attractive; moreover this strange quality, far from being natural, gave every indication of having been intensely cultivated. (It was the same, I would come to find, with Julian: though he gave quite the opposite impression, of freshness and candor, it was not spontaneity but superior art which made it seem unstudied.) Studied or not, I wanted to be like them. It was heady to think that these qualities were acquired ones and that, perhaps, this was the way I might learn them.” — Donna Tartt | THE SECRET HISTORY mythology, glamourNatasha JoukovskyJune 9, 2017art, nature, Donna Tartt, The Secret History, Virgil, The Aeneid, 2Comment
Oscar Wilde | THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY “This portrait would be to him the most magical of mirrors. As it had revealed to him his own body, so it would reveal to him his own soul. And when winter came upon it, he would still be standing where spring trembles on the verge of summer. When the blood crept from its face, and left behind a pallid mask of chalk with leaden eyes, he would keep the glamour of boyhood. Not one blossom of his loveliness would ever fade. Not one pulse of his life would ever weaken. Like the gods of the Greeks, he would be strong, and fleet, and joyous. What did it matter what happened to the coloured image on the canvas?” — Oscar Wilde | THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY glamour, recursion, mythologyNatasha JoukovskyFebruary 28, 2017mimesis, mirror, painting, art, Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, simulacra, 1Comment
Magda Szabo | THE DOOR “We were liars, cheats, she began—none of it was real. The trees had been made to move by a trick, it was only the branches. someone was filming from a helicopter, circling around. The poplars hadn’t moved at all, but the viewer would think they were leaping about dancing, that the whole forest was spinning round. The was sheer deception; it was disgusting. I defended myself. ‘You’re quite wrong,’ I said. ‘The tree really was dancing because that is how the viewer will experience it. What matters was the effect we achieved, not whether the tree moved or if a technician created the idea of movement. Did you think the forest could walk around, when the trees are held by their roots? Don’t you think it’s a function of art to create the illusion of reality?’’Art,’ she repeated bitterly. ‘If that’s what you were—artists—then everything would be real, even the dance, because you would know how to make the leaves move to your words, not to a wind machine or whatever it was. But you people can’t do anything like that—not you, or the others. You’re all clowns, and more contemptible than clowns. You’re worse than con men.’” — Magda Szabo | THE DOOR innovation, recursion, glamourNatasha JoukovskyFebruary 28, 2017illusion, mimesis, design, art, reality, Magda Szabo, The Door, simulacra, 1Comment
Joris-Karl Huysmans | À REBOURS “Formerly, during his Parisian days, his love for artificiality had led him to abandon real flowers and to use in their place replicas faithfully executed by means of the miracles performed with India rubber and wire, calico and taffeta, paper and silk. He was the possessor of a marvelous collection of tropical plants, the result of the labors of skilful artists who knew how to follow nature and recreate her step by step, taking the flower as a bud, leading it to its full development, even imitating its decline, reaching such a point of perfection as to convey every nuance — the most fugitive expressions of the flower when it opens at dawn and closes at evening, observing the appearance of the petals curled by the wind or rumpled by the rain, applying dew drops of gum on its matutinal corollas; shaping it in full bloom, when the branches bend under the burden of their sap, or showing the dried stem and shrivelled cupules, when calyxes are thrown off and leaves fall to the ground.This wonderful art had held him entranced for a long while, but now he was dreaming of another experiment.He wished to go one step beyond. Instead of artificial flowers imitating real flowers, natural flowers should mimic the artificial ones.” — Joris-Karl Huysmans | À REBOURS innovation, recursionNatasha JoukovskyOctober 22, 2016mimesis, Joris-Karl Huysmans, À rebours, nature, art, metamorphosis, 1Comment
Virginia Postrel | THE POWER OF GLAMOUR “glamour can serve many purposes: individual and collective; personal, social, commercial, or political. The story of glamour is the story of human longing and its cultural manifestations. Like other forms of rhetoric and art, glamour can embody good ideas or bad ones. It can inspire life-enhancing actions or destructive ones. Its meaning and its effects depend on the audience. But one thing is certain: glamour is not trivial.” — Virginia Postrel | THE POWER OF GLAMOUR glamourNatasha JoukovskySeptember 12, 2016art, rhetoric, politics, business, Virginia Postrel, The Power of Glamour, simulacra, 1Comment
Ovid | METAMORPHOSES “As he triedTo quench his thirst, inside him, deep within him,Another thirst was growing, for he sawAn image in the pool, and fell in loveWith that unbodied hope, and found a substanceIn what was only shadow. He looks in wonder,Charmed by himself, spell-bound, and no more movingThan any marble statue.He sees his eyes, twin stars, and locks as comelyAs those of Bacchus or the god Apollo,Smooth cheeks, and ivory neck, and the bright beautyOf countenance, and a flush of color risingIn the fair whiteness. Everything attracts himThat makes him so attractive. Foolish boy,He wants himself; the love becomes the lover,The seeker sought, the kindler burns. How oftenHe tries to kiss the image in the waterDips in his arms to embrace the boy he sees there,And finds the boy, himself, elusive always,Not knowing what he sees, but burning for it,The same delusion mocking his eyes and teasing.Why try to catch an always fleeting imagePoor credulous youngster? What you seek is nowhereAnd if you turn away, you will take with youThe boy you love. The vision is only shadow,Only reflection, lacking any substance.It comes with you, it stays with you, it goesAway with you, if you can go away.” — Ovid | METAMORPHOSES glamour, mythology, recursionNatasha JoukovskySeptember 11, 2016mimesis, Ovid, Metamorphoses, metamorphosis, Narcissus, art, simulacra, 1Comment