Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Chelsea outing on a warm January day

Yesterday was one of the warmest days in January. I decided to take a quick jaunt through some promising shows in Chelsea and here is what we have...

Stellan Holm gallery had a group exhibition of oil and acrylic paintings from international artists that were larger than life titled, well: 'Larger Than Life'. The black and white face of Emilie (picture below) painted by Martin Borowski stood out from the other paintings on display there for its attention to detail and a Chuck Close type airbrushing that must have been done to attain this level of realism. Of course, it would not have looked any different from a large scale blowup of Emilie’s face using a high definition black and white photograph, but a self same attempt in acrylic takes balls.

George Billis Gallery is showing the works of Daniel Phill. The works are primarily wild flowers done in lush acrylic. For some reason, I tend to detest flower pictures because of the repetitious and cloying sense of the subject… However, this one stood out for its artful transition between the abstract and the figurative accentuated with the help of heavy impasto. The artist is said to pour, drip, smear and scrape paints of varying viscosities (that was from the gallery statement - sounded original and clichĂ©d for some reason)... I guess too much of abstraction is not playing too well with a lot of people... hence, a safer and a more understandable bet for potential buyers might be to look for artists who work in the middle ground of 'abstraction and realism'. I see a lot of this kind of 'middle ground' work nowadays… All said, I did like these paintings a lot…

Gallery Henoch is showing the paintings of Stephen Wright. After seeing Lucian Freud at the MoMA last week, I must say that it takes quite a bit to be awed by more paintings of white peoples’ skin and flesh, but, I must say: I was still taken in by this one. White epidermal bounty with all of its attendant frailties, garnishes and warts reveled by the harsh gaze of the studio lamp rendered in full frontal display on canvas is in abundance here. His style reminded me of academic painters for some reason – just the right tones and the workmanship on canvas…

Kent Gallery is showing works by Mike Cockrill who continues his explorations of children’s psyche as they pass the transitions between youth and adolescence. The correct lingo for that stage is now defined by the word tweens – (guess they are growing into a market segment all by themselves – otherwise why coin a new term for them?)... The works are sexually charged and aims to bring back repressed childhood memories. With the ever present danger of advertisers trying very hard to get young pre-pubescent girls (and sometimes boys) to strut their wares, it is indeed a statement that the artist is making with these paintings. The effects of innocuous indoctrination of sexual mores veiled under adverts for items of mass consumption into the younger minds doubtless will have real consequences for the future when we would live in a world governed by them. Get ready for more cultural cataclysms in our old ages. Mike Cockrill’s style was a bit sloppy but high on ideas and surrealism.


Pictures from Group exhibition at Stellan Holm
Martin Borowski, 'Emilie', 2007, Acrylic on linen, 74" X 132"


Brendan Cass, 'Dutch Landscape', 2007, Acrylic on canvas, 84" X 132"; Note: Heavy impasto. Between abstraction and the literal. Full of color, the artist is said to draw from photographs in travel brochures. Not too sure what is up with the blue gash in the middle of this huge canvas. Not very appealing, but the rest of it was lush enough for me...

Till Gerhard, 'Holle der Saison', Oil on canvas, 90" X 118"


Pictures from Daniel Phill at George Billis
Daniel Phill, ‘Banksia’, Acrylic on canvas, 41” X 61”

Daniel Phill, ‘Frisson’, Acrylic on canvas, 37” X 61”

Daniel Phill, ‘Ipomoea’, Acrylic on canvas, 61” X 49”


Pictures from Stephen Wright at Gallery Henoch
Stephen Wright, ‘Figure’, Oil on Canvas, 66” X 30”

Stephen Wright, ‘Mid-Century Modern’, Oil on Canvas, 46” X 44”

Stephen Wright, ‘Figure, Robe, Sofa’, Oil on Canvas, 66” X 44”

Pictures from Mike Cockrill at Kent
Mike Cockrill, 'The Best Pumpkin', 2006, Oil on canvas, 56" x 44"

Mike Cockrill, 'The Broken Fence', 2007, Watercolor and pencil on paper, 19" x 25"

Meanwhile... sunspotting continues...

Sunil, 'Sunset on Jan 8 08', Digital photograph



The Star Market by Marie Howe

The people Jesus loved were shopping at the Star Market yesterday.
An old lead-colored man standing next to me at the checkout
breathed so heavily I had to step back a few steps.

Even after his bags were packed he still stood, breathing hard and
hawking into his hand. The feeble, the lame, I could hardly look at them:
shuffling through the aisles, they smelled of decay, as if the Star Market

had declared a day off for the able-bodied, and I had wandered in
with the rest of them—sour milk, bad meat—
looking for cereal and spring water.

Jesus must have been a saint, I said to myself, looking for my lost car
in the parking lot later, stumbling among the people who would have
been lowered into rooms by ropes, who would have crept

out of caves or crawled from the corners of public baths on their hands
and knees begging for mercy.

If I touch only the hem of his garment, one woman thought,
could I bear the look on his face when he wheels around?



Published in the Jan 14, 08' issue of the New Yorker magazine.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Political ceilings and women

A lot of us were recently privy to the lives of two women at the upper rungs of their respective political situations. Unfortunately, one of them is no longer with us. She was killed off by an assassin for daring to come back and stand for elections in a country trying to hide a poor record of individual rights and freedoms. The other woman is very much with us, struggling to re-assert her candidacy for becoming the leader of what is currently the most powerful nation. The former is of course, Benazir Bhutto and the latter is the redoubtable Hillary Clinton. It has been said in some quarters that the late Ms. Bhutto would have stood a very good chance of winning elections in her nation if she had been allowed to complete her course.

It indeed is a run of irony that in a predominantly male dominated nation (Pakistan) that is overrun with the vile nexus of corruption, terrorism and quasi dictatorship, a lady should stand a very good chance of winning the national polls, while the United States who trumpet things like equal freedoms for the sexes, low governmental corruption and a model of representative democracy, the leading lady should struggle so hard to even convince people that she indeed is electable and palatable. Oftentimes, I hear from colleagues back in India, who claim that India, Pakistan and Burma are much more pluralistic and inclusive than the United States given the fact that we are not able to muster a lady for high office.

However, reading a paragraph in a recent opinion piece in the Times written by Reason magazine editor Kerry Howley helps us get a better perspective of the seeming paradox. In her words:

Like it or not, the road to female advancement often begins at the altar. History books are thick with examples of women who broke political barriers because their family connections afforded them the opportunity.

If you’ve ever wondered why India, Indonesia, Myanmar, Pakistan and the Philippines seem readier to elect women than does the United States, here’s your answer: Societies that value a candidate’s family affiliation, and therefore have a history of nepotistic succession, are often open to female leadership so long as it bears the right brand. Benazir Bhutto, Indira Gandhi and Daw Aung San Suu Kyi, among many others, slashed through gender barriers on the strength of their family names. In the United States, where a poll last year found that 14 percent of people still admit they would not vote for a woman, nepotistic advancement for women in politics was most common early in the 20th century.

Social psychologists have found that women in leadership roles are typically seen as either warm, likable and incompetent, or cold, distant and competent. To be a strong, competent woman is to be something culturally unattractive, which probably says something about why few American women even aspire to political office. Worldwide, even popular female politicians — Margaret Thatcher, Golda Meir, Angela Merkel — are slapped with the moniker “iron lady.”


It does seem like there is more than what meets the eyes – that Asian countries are more tolerant of their women as long as they come with a corresponding rider - the lady in question advertises a certain branding (like a family moniker), the tolerance remains. In the United States, we have passed the age of branding (of course, it was very much the norm - as the essay shows). That does not mean that we stand free, high, moral and clear. We have not passed onto an age where ‘gender free’ competition (like that term or not) is the norm although we have made some amazing strides when it comes to ‘race free’ competition. Gloria Steinem in today’s Times puts it better:

Gender is probably the most restricting force in American life, whether the question is who must be in the kitchen or who could be in the White House. This country is way down the list of countries electing women and, according to one study, it polarizes gender roles more than the average democracy. So why is the sex barrier not taken as seriously as the racial one? The reasons are as pervasive as the air we breathe: because sexism is still confused with nature as racism once was; because anything that affects males is seen as more serious than anything that affects “only” the female half of the human race; because children are still raised mostly by women (to put it mildly) so men especially tend to feel they are regressing to childhood when dealing with a powerful woman; because racism stereotyped black men as more “masculine” for so long that some white men find their presence to be masculinity-affirming (as long as there aren’t too many of them); and because there is still no “right” way to be a woman in public power without being considered a you-know-what.

We will get there, but it sure is going to be a long hard haul on an uncertain road filled with crevices that promise a lot of stumbles as we get there... Oh, and by the way, India, Pakistan and Burma still have some catching up to do.

Note: List of Kerry Howley’s articles here.

Sunil, 'Incipient Femdom', 14" X 12", Ink and charcoal on paper

Bigthink - with a fervent hope that submitters think big

Billy Collins reading his poetry 'Questions About Angels' on a new website purporting to be the youtube for big thinkers...

Not too sure how they plan on filtering the eventual porn that is going to creep in once the site becomes more popular... For now, it seems like a good idea.

Monday, January 07, 2008

At the MoMA last week

I was up at the MoMA last week to pay homage to the drawings of Georges Seurat. The exhibit closes today. Suffice to say, I was struck by the light emanating from his creations made simply by conte crayon on textured paper.

Of course, one could not miss the genius of Lucian Freud and Martin Puryear also on display. Mr. Puryear's work has to be physically seen for one to understand the complexity behind them. Images on the web (however detailed) do not convey the work involved.


Georges Seurat, 'Drawbridge', 1882, Conte’ crayon on paper, 9" X 12"


Georges Seurat, 'A woman fishing', 1883, Conte' crayon on paper, 12" X 9"

Martin Puryear, 'Ladder for Booker T. Washington', 1996, Ash and maple, 36' X 22" X 3", Narrows to 1" at the top

Top view of some more Puryear's sculptures


Lucian Freud, 1994, 'Benefits supervisor resting', Oil on canvas, 63" X 59"

This one below seems like a recent addition:

Assume Vivid Astro Focus, 'Wilza', 2003, Archival ink on acetate

I also went around and prayed in front of some evergreen favorites.


Alexander Calder, 'Josephine Baker III', 1927, Steel wire

Jackson Pollock, 1947, 'Full Fathom Five', Oil on canvas with nails, tacks, buttons, key, coins, cigarettes, matches. This was one his first drip paintings later becoming his signature style. The title, suggested by Pollock's neighbor, quotes from Shakespeare’s The Tempest wherein Ariel describes a death by shipwreck:

"Full fathom five thy father lies
Of his bones are coral made

Those are pearls that were his eyes"

Umberto Boccioni, 1913, 'Unique forms of continuity on space', Bronze
Marcel Duchamp, 1912, 'The passage from Virgin to bride', Oil on canvas

John Chamberlain, 1960, Essex, Automobile parts and other metal

Lee Bontecou, 1959, 'Untitled', Welded steel, canvas, black fabric and wire

Leon Ferrari, 1962, 'Untitled (after Rafael Alberti's Sermon of the Blood)', Ink and colored ink on paper

Sunday, January 06, 2008

2007 word of the year

The American Dialect Association has released the 2007 word of the year and it is 'subprime'. The meaning inherent behind the word should have warned people from staying away from mortgages backed by suspicious looking starter/teaser interest rates. Simplistic talked about it last August here...

Explaining the word, they said that sub meant 'below par' and prime meant 'the best' and bunching them together really meant 'far below the best'...

Read the report here... (runners-up included "Facebook," "green," "Googleganger" and "waterboarding")
Aswin Unni (age 8), 'We slept through subprime', Computer art

Saturday, January 05, 2008

On a ferry

Friday, January 04, 2008

Anselm Kiefer - shock and awe at MASS MoCA

Anselm Kiefer showing through 2008 at the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art

"Born and raised in southern Germany in 1945 during the final days of the collapse of the Third Reich, Anselm Kiefer experienced divided postwar Germany firsthand. A law student, he switched to art in 1965 and held his first solo exhibit in 1970. His works often incorporate materials like straw, ash, clay, lead, dirt and shellac. The poems of Paul Celan have played a role in shaping Kiefer’s themes of German history and the horror of the Holocaust, as have the theological concepts of Kabbalah"


Anselm Kiefer, 'Rorate coeli desuper et nubes pluant iustum' (Drop down dew, ye heavens, from above, and let the clouds rain the Just One), 2006. Oil, acrylic, emulsion and shellac on canvas

Anselm Kiefer. 'Aperiatur Terra et Germinet Salvatorem' (Let the earth open and bring forth a Saviour) 2005-06. Oil, acrylic, emulsion and shellac on canvas 110" x 299" (Images ripped from here)

Corona - A poem by Paul Celan

Autumn eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.
From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:
then time returns to the shell.

In the mirror it's Sunday,
in dream there is room for sleeping,
our mouths speak the truth.

My eye moves down to the sex of my loved one:
we look at each other,
we exchange dark words,
we love each other like poppy and recollection,
we sleep like wine in the conches,
like the sea in the moon's blood ray.

We stand by the window embracing, and people
look up from the street:
it is time they knew!
It is time the stone made an effort to flower,
time unrest had a beating heart.
It is time it were time.
It is time.

Sunrise spotting

Michael Goldberg (1924 - 2007)

"Abstract painting is still the primary visual challenge of our time. It might get harder and harder to make an abstract image that is believable, but I think that just makes the challenge greater" - Michael Goldberg

Michael Goldberg, 'L'Adorazione dei Pastore', 1991, oil on canvas, 62" X 57", (From the Seraphin Gallery)

A quick line...

Though wading into politics is not our forte, this caught the moment.

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Eating ourselves to death...

A book out this New Year for our health conscious nation seems to be just what the doctor ordered. I remember the horrified look on a lot of faces when we decided to watch the movie ‘Supersize Me’. After seeing the movie, I remember being assiduous in avoiding the omnipresent fast food joints.

The author of an ‘Omnivore's Dilemma’, Michael Pollan, has come out with a seemingly more practical book titled ‘In Defense of Food’. This book seems to dish practical/healthy advice in bite sized servings. An added bonus: this comes with a manifesto… Given that manifestos are considered amateur in the art world, the list gleaned from this book seems worth taking a look. The pithyness includes:

- Pay more, eat less
- Eat a wide diversity of species
- Eat food from animals that eat grass
- Don't eat anything that won't eventually rot
- Avoid food products that carry healthy claims
- Eat meals and if you can, eat them only at tables
- Cook and, if you can, grow some of your own food
- Avoid foods containing ingredients you can't pronounce
- Shop the peripheries of the supermarket, stay out of the middle
- Better yet, buy food somewhere else: the farmer's market or CSA
- Eat deliberately, with others whenever possible, and with pleasure
- Do not eat anything your grandmother would not recognize as food

Essentially, he is exhorting us to give up the current nature of food consumption that revolves around the industrial-agricultural-economic complex and starting to eat more local and natural foods. While such a book could not come a moment too soon, the basic nature of food and the effect of processed chemicals tends to be addictive from a neurological standpoint (an example is the tracing of cravings that results from exposure to monosodium glutamate due to the permanent re-wiring of our brain neurons). In effect, it is going to take more than a book to actually change habits and tendencies that are hard wired into our subconscious. Of course, such a movement can take root if the industrial-agricultural wagon is unhitched from government subsidies and related legislation. That is a pipe dream as far as we have seen thus far…

Some of the provocative advice in this book borders on radical and extreme measures that may not be practical for most city dwellers. The cynic in me envisions the facts mentioned in the book only bolstering water cooler conversations. I also see avid readers finishing the 200 odd pages and then washing down that protein crusted peanut laced energy bar with a high octane drink.

Still, I must say that the manifesto reads well.

Hendrik Barend Koekkoek (Dutch, 1849 - 1909),'Peasants Preparing a Meal Near a Wooded Path', Oil on Canvas, 44" X 56"

If only the rest of the year were so clutter free...


Returning from work yesterday evening, I do remember envying the clean skies above the good lady liberty.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Recycling after ourselves...

Jared Diamond, the author of Guns, Germs and Steel has an opinion piece in the Times today that elicits interesting albeit depressing scenarios on the nature of consumption. Link here.

Briefly, the argument runs as follows:

- Today, there are more than 6.5 billion people, and that number may grow to around 9 billion within this half-century.
- The average rates at which people consume resources (oil and metals), and produce wastes (plastics and greenhouse gases), are about 32 times higher in US, Europe, Japan and Australia than they are in the developing world.
- People who consume little want to enjoy the high-consumption lifestyle. Tens of millions of people in the developing world emigrate to the aforementioned countries seeking out the higher lifestyle (our family included).
- Among the developing countries seeking to better standards at home, China stands out. It has the world’s fastest growing economy, and there are 1.3 billion Chinese, 4 times the US population.
- Per capita consumption rates in China are still about 11 times below the US. If no other country increases its consumption and all national populations (including China’s) remain unchanged, just China’s catching up would roughly double world consumption rates.
- If India as well as China were to catch up, world consumption rates would triple. If the whole developing world were suddenly to catch up, world rates would increase eleven fold. It would be as if the world population ballooned to 72 billion people (retaining present consumption rates).

The developed countries lecture to the developing nations that a free market system will cure all that ails them… Yes, this is correct to a certain degree, but, promises of the free market economy coupled with unchecked consumption is just not sustainable (as can be inferred from the above argument). Of course, what is sustainable is to reduce waste, increase reuse and recycling across the board. Easier said than done… Jared does not make a strong case for it, but it is implied that only a concerted effort by national politicians across the globe will drive this new thinking down to the masses whereby it becomes more of ‘a way of living and thinking’ rather than grand one liners issued by politicians over the year.

Another resolution that I plan on undertaking – recycle as much as possible. The neighborhood where we live does not have strict guidelines enforcing the stipulated recycling of certain articles resulting in transgressions to the same as the homeowner deigns - resulting in irregular compliance. This partly explains our spotty record in this department. Hopefully, our resolve to help this year forces us to recycle more fully in the wake of this opinion piece.

Sunil, 'Learn Chinese - Have Opportunity', Digital photograph

Monday, December 31, 2007

Wishing all a good year ahead!

In a webinar illustrating a post-9/11 world, I noticed a random surge of word usages like ‘x is the new y’ popping up everywhere like a perfect storm helping make 2007 a year where such clichĂ©s were overused and is now in need of the wordsmiths.

In fact, there seems to be an organic growth to the clichés, but back in the day, one would be more apt to give back and throw under the bus these mindless repetitions. Of course, one can shrug it off by thinking 'it is what it is' and continue language decimation armed with these fickle few phrases, but I hope to stop.

All of the words underlined above have been labeled as some of the worst used (or should I say overused) clichĂ©s of 2007. Choosing from among 2,000 submissions, the public relations department at Michigan's Lake Superior State University in Sault Ste. Marie targeted 19 singular affronts to the English language. Some of them underlined above…

Here goes: My first resolution – stop using clichĂ©s like the above – lets see how long that sticks…

Happy New Year!


2007 Essays - a listing

Just about everybody is creating lists of their own. Not to be outdone, I decided to give it a try. Nothing spectacular like the list of celebrities who seem to have had wardrobe malfunctions (either of their own volition or not), but this is a list of magazine essays that were deemed some of the best of 2007. This list is a selection among the many that David Brooks of the New York Times recommends. I read almost all of the essays over the last five days and every one of them is worth a read – even if you print it out and read it on your way home from work…

Roger Stone, Political Animal by Matt Labash in the Weekly Standard
"Some original, some borrowed, Stone's Rules address everything from fashion to food to how to screw people. And one of his favorite Stone's Rules is "Unless you can fake sincerity, you'll get nowhere in this business." He is honest about his dishonesty. "Politics with me isn't -theater," he admits. "It's performance art. Sometimes, for its own sake." "

The Evolution of an Investor by Michael Lewis in Portfolio
"Blaine’s training at Lehman consisted of a monthlong class, which focused mainly on overcoming customers' objections, and a close reading of the bible on how to peddle stocks to people you've never met: Successful Telephone Selling in the '80s, co-written by a Lehman managing director named Martin Shafiroff."
- A well-planned presentation creates a sense of urgency. If the prospect fails to act now, he will risk a loss of some sort.
- Speak with confidence and authority.
- The most important part of the presentation is the close.


The Story of a Snitch by Jeremy Kahn in the Atlantic
"He ambled past the massive Board of Education building, with its columns, and headed down North Avenue to Greenmount Cemetery. There he turned left, passing the abandoned row houses where the “corner boys” were already opening for business, hoping to find a junkie in need of a morning fix. Farther on, past still-shuttered hair salons and check-cashing outfits, he turned down East 24th toward Bartlett. Just after seven o’clock, he reached his front porch and called out for his girlfriend, Yolanda, to let him in. Then he sensed something behind him..."

Crime, Drugs, Welfare—and Other Good News by Peter Wehner and Yuval Levin in the Commentary Magazine
"Over the course of the preceding three decades, Bennett wrote, the United States had indeed experienced “substantial social regression.” About this, the data were unequivocal. Since 1960, there had been a more than 500-percent increase in violent crime; a more than 400-percent increase in out-of-wedlock births; almost a tripling in the percentage of children on welfare; a tripling of the teenage suicide rate; a doubling of the divorce rate; and a decline of more than 70 points in SAT scores. To Bennett, the conclusion was inescapable: “the forces of social decomposition [in America] are challenging—and in some instances overtaking—the forces of social composition.”

A death in the family: Politics and Power by Christopher Hitchens in the Vanity Fair
"Having volunteered for Iraq, Mark Daily was killed in January by an I.E.D. Dismayed to learn that his pro-war articles helped persuade Daily to enlist, the author measures his words against a family's grief and a young man's sacrifice."


There and Back Again - The soul of the commuter by Nick Paumgarten in the New Yorker
"The commuting paradox reflects the notion that many people, who are supposedly rational (according to classical economic theory at least), commute even though it makes them miserable."

Everybody Sucks: Gawker and the rage of the creative underclass by Vanessa Grigoriadis in the New York magazine
"Journalists are both haves and have-nots. They’re at the feast, but know they don’t really belong—they’re fighting for table scraps, essentially—and it could all fall apart at any moment. Success is not solid. Consider the Gawker mind-fuck at a time of rapid deterioration of our industry: Young print journalists are depressed over the state of the industry and their inability to locate challenging work or a job with health insurance."

The Immigration Charade by Christopher Jencks in the New York Review of Books
"Certain poll questions suggest that 69 percent of Americans want to deport illegal immigrants. Others indicate the true figure is only 14 percent. Conservatives, having learned from past failures, demand “enforcement first.” Employers, fearing bankruptcy, demand the legalization of the current immigrants first. Neither powerful group will budge."

Moral Psychology and the misunderstanding of Religion by Jonathan Haidt in The Edge
"Our brains, like other animal brains, are constantly trying to fine tune and speed up the central decision of all action: approach or avoid. We have affectively-valenced intuitive reactions to almost everything, particularly to morally relevant stimuli such as gossip or the evening news. Reasoning by its very nature is slow, playing out in seconds. Studies of everyday reasoning show that we usually use reason to search for evidence to support our initial judgment, which was made in milliseconds."

Creative Destruction's Reconstruction: Joseph Schumpeter Revisited by J. Bradford Delong in The Chronicle
"But as fascinating as his life was, it is Schumpeter's economics that sing to me, because he tried to set long-term economic growth — entrepreneurship and enterprise — at the top of the discipline's agenda.

Over the previous two and a half centuries, three different economic worldviews, in succession, reigned. In the late 18th and early 19th centuries, Adam Smith's was the key economic perspective, focusing on domestic and international trade and growth, the division of labor, the power of the market, and the minimal security of property and tolerable administration of justice that were needed to carry a country to prosperity. You could agree or you could disagree with Smith's conclusions and judgments, but his was the proper topical agenda.

The second reign was that of David Ricardo and Karl Marx. Their preoccupations dominated the late 19th and early 20th centuries. They worried most about the distribution of income and the laws of the market that made it so unequal. They were uneasy about the extraordinary pace of technological, organizational, and sociological change, and about whether an ungoverned market economy could produce a distribution of income — both relative and absolute — fit for a livable world. Again, you could agree or disagree with their judgments about trade, rent, capitalism, and machinery, but they asked the right questions.

The third reign was that of John Maynard Keynes. His agenda dominated the middle and late 20th century. Keynes's theories centered on what economists call Say's Law — the claim that except in truly exceptional conditions, production inevitably creates the demand to buy what is produced. Say's Law supposedly guaranteed something like full employment, except in truly exceptional conditions, if the market was allowed to work. Keynes argued that Say's Law was false in theory, but that the government could, if it acted skillfully, make it true in practice. Agree or disagree with his conclusions, Keynes was in any case right to focus on the central bank and the tax-and-spend government to supplement the market's somewhat-palsied invisible hand to achieve stable and full employment.

But there ought to have been a fourth reign, for there was a set of themes not sufficiently explored. That missing reign was Schumpeter's, for he had insights into the nature of markets and growth that escaped other observers. It is in that sense that the late 20th and early 21st centuries in economics ought to have been his: He asked the right questions for our era."

The Abduction of Opera by Heather Mac Donald in the City Journal
"Welcome to Regietheater (German for “director’s theater”), the style of opera direction now prevalent in Europe. Regietheater embodies the belief that a director’s interpretation of an opera is as important as what the composer intended, if not more so. By an odd coincidence, many cutting-edge directors working in Europe today just happen to discover the identical lode of sex, violence, and opportunity for hackneyed political “critique” in operas ranging from the early Baroque era to that of late Romanticism.

The Abduction from the Seraglio is a humorous tale of the capture of a group of Europeans by a Turkish pasha, who tries to win the love of one of them; Mozart lavishes joyful, driving rhythms—led by piccolo, triangle, and cymbals—on its Turkish themes, and adds a rich lode of elegant solos, particularly for tenor. Bieito transferred the Abduction to a contemporary Eastern European brothel and translated the dignified pasha of Mozart’s sadly irrelevant tale into the brothel’s sick pimp overseer. To give the production’s explicit sadomasochistic sex an even greater frisson of realism, Bieito hired real prostitutes off the streets of Berlin to perform onstage. Needless to say, neither the streetwalkers nor the whippings, masturbation, and transvestite bondage are anywhere suggested in Mozart’s opera. In one representative moment, the leading soprano, Constanze—who has already suffered digital violation during a poignant lament—is beaten and then held down and forced to watch as the pasha’s servant, Osmin, first forces a prostitute to perform fellatio on him and then gags the prostitute and slashes her to death. Osmin hands the prostitute’s trophy nipples to Constanze, who by then is retching."

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Saturday along the Hudson


Friday, December 28, 2007

Drawing

Sunil, 'The United States of Adipose', Sumi ink on paper, 11" X 14"

Note: The drawing is based on a photograph by Martha Casanave

Is self therapy a reason for taking to the arts?

Roberta Smith in a short essay in the back page of the Sunday Times art review made some assertions as regards art as a 'practice'.

The assertions are as follows:
#1. First off, there’s the implication that artists, like lawyers, doctors and dentists, need a license to practice. Many artists already feel the need for a license: It’s called a master of fine arts. But artists don’t need licenses or certificates or permission to do their work. Their job description, if they have one, is to operate outside accepted limits.

#2. Second is the implication that an artist, like a doctor, lawyer or dentist, is trained to fix some external problem. Art rarely succeeds when it sets out to fix anything beyond the artist’s own, subjective needs.

#3. Practice sanitizes a very messy process. It suggests that art making is a kind of white-collar activity whose practitioners don’t get their hands dirty, either physically or emotionally. It converts art into a hygienic desk job and signals a basic discomfort with the physical mess as well as the unknowable, irrational side of art making. It suggests that materials are not the point of art at all — when they are, on some level, the only point.


While #1 and #3 are very much agreeable, I questioned #2 over at Art and Perception in a post yesterday. Link to the post here.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Recent drawings

Sunil, 'Untitled_12_27_07', 11" X 14", Sumi ink on 400 series watercolor paper


Sunil, 'Untitled_12_26_07', 11" X 14", Sumi ink on 400 series watercolor paper

Our variegated lawns

Ever notice how at about this time of the year, lawn ornaments used to multiply the good cheer (yes, those flaccid Homer Simpsons that turn into very dapper looking Homers at night) are getting bigger, better and more garish as years pass. What was originally a little bit of string lighting that lent warmth to the otherwise gloomy weather prospects characterizing this time has turned into a grand 'keep up with the Joneses' spectacle with Ferris wheels, chugging trains, neon signs and in some extreme cases, rock music blaring mangers (OK, I made that last one up). Walking down a stretch of Main Street that our house adjoins (yes, we are part of the ‘suburbia’ census statistic), I was wondering if I had lost my way and wandered accidentally into Times Square by mistake. A couple of wary Johns looking for a quick fix would have completed the transformation.

Lighting up is great for the mood, spirits and the festive times that December and the New Year bring, but a silly profusion of any good is an easy road to cheap excesses and that is the current state of suburban lawns today. Of course, adding to the confusion in the night is the scene that greets passers-by in the morning - large carcasses of white nylon casings that seem to billow all over the lawn shorn of their air filling (I am guessing it is air that they use to pump those huge effigies of Santa and Homer doing things to inanimate objects that cannot be written about here) and generally making a mess of the whole lawn. Yesterday, we noticed a nylon-based Ferris wheel that actually dwarfed the house that put up the abomination and had me convinced into thinking that Barnum and Bailey were in town. Honestly, I did not mean to do a Debbie here, but if this is not a lit up neon-sign of our growing trade deficit with China, then I am not too sure what is... Closer scrutiny of any of the cardboard cartons that these things come packed in would doubtless tell you three magic words that large scale retailers sing before falling asleep – ‘Made in China’. It almost looks like we are celebrating China’s expertise in capitalist acumen than Christmas and New Year.

I really do not have anything against a bit of lighting in front of homes, in fact every year we do it zealously. It lifts spirits and spreads the good cheer that comes with Christmas and New Year. But, a surfeit of lights, sparkle and gas filled monstrosities might be a little too much on the eyes - not to mention that looming trade deficit.

Luo Weidong, Luo Weiguo & Luo Weibing, 'Welcome to the world's famous brands' 25" X 21", mixed media, collage, and lacquer on wood, 1998

Monday, December 24, 2007

Yule tidings...

Friday, December 21, 2007

On solastalgia

Sitting by the window early this morning with my son who was nursing a slight cold, I looked over the tree tops overlooking our bedroom and reflected on how beautiful mornings really looked – if you actually cared to get up and look – I never do and had it not been for the circumstances, we would be fast asleep. The sealed windows effectively shut out most of the chirping of the birds, but one can only imagine the activity that precedes and heralds the beginning of every day. It also left me thinking whether our children would get to enjoy mornings as much as we do or would the pressures of events like the slow warming of the globe obliterate mornings such as these.

Wired magazine reported on research conducted by Glenn Albrecht – an Australian professor of environmental studies at the University of Newcastle – on how pockets of population in the Australian outback are psychologically reacting to the growing denudement of the forests, changing landscapes and the exploited outback around them. His research concludes – and frighteningly so – that peoples as a whole are starting to feel sadder – a new type of sadness – of displacement similar to the feelings felt by indigenous populations when they were moved forcibly or otherwise from their original lands. His research indicates that familiar markers of landscape are changing so fast that even over a period as short as a lifetime, humans are starting to acutely feel and experience the psychological effects that result from a loss of once familiar environs. The change in ones immediate environment is manifesting itself in familiar neural signal pathways from our sensory organs to the brain being distorted and re-wired – resulting in a mental tension and a sadness that is slowly gaining over peoples the world over. He has created a new word to describe this syndrome – solastalgia (a linguistic mash-up from ‘solacium’ meaning comfort and ‘algia’ meaning pain). The word seems to eerily bring up references to nostalgia and the feeling he describes seems to be close to nostalgic – ‘a pining for a lost environment’ or a ‘form of homesickness one gets when one is still at home’…

Dawn

This morning, we waited for the sun,
our son and I,
him, with a minor infection,
me, a balancing act.

We parsed the grays,
tried giving life to forms,
even leavened the wisps.
The clouds did not listen.

The trees at the edge
were nude from the wind,
contrasted lightning skywards.
Solidity a testament.

Our window small,
the moment brief,
our symphony short.
In the dawn’s slow march.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Photo

Sunil, 'The day before yesterday', digital photograph

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

The Dalit condition – a gallery full of crap

Close on the heels of charged exhibitions like the crack at Tate comes another interesting exhibition at a London gallery. Artist Santiago Sierra uses faecal matter collected from Indian toilets in an effort to draw attention to untouchables in India. The sculpture consists of 21 cuboids of human faecal matter mixed with a binder (Fevicol) collected from New Delhi and Jaipur toilets.

From the gallery website comes this interesting excerpt:
"According to government statistics, an estimated one million people in India are manual scavengers (the majority are women) whose work involves the removal of human faeces from public and private latrines and open sewers. Unofficial estimates of the actual number are much higher. Scavengers clean public latrines on a daily basis, using a broom and a tin plate. Human faeces are piled into baskets carried on the head to a location that can be up to four kilometres away from the latrines. At all times, and especially during the rainy season, the content of the basket will drip onto a scavenger's hair, clothes and body. The continuous exposure to dirt and human faeces, coupled with poor living conditions, make people employed as manual scavengers vulnerable to serious illnesses, amongst which tuberculosis is the most common. Despite various governmental acts that prohibit the employment of scavengers or the construction of dry, non-flush toilets, this practice is still common throughout the country".

This reminds me of a show we went to in Princeton that showed the untouchable’s sordid situation minus the faecal matter. It was enjoyable, direct and engaging – although my wife who had recently given birth to our second son decided that it was too depressing…

I am glad that the arts are functioning as a mouthpiece towards drawing attention to little known aspects of the currently roaring Indian tiger, but I fear that by using excrement, there is a tendency to overly sensationalize the situation rather than help it in any way – but then in today’s world, the loudest, most boorish ones are the ones who get noticed anyways. Ultimately the sincerity of the artist in drawing attention to the issue may only be judged by meeting the individual – which I have not – so until then, I reserve judgment on the sensationalist aspects and am just happy to note that artists are spotlighting some of the lesser known aspects of the country I am from…

Funny enough, as I was reading about this, another famous 'faeces-as-art' scene came to my mind. In 1961, Piero Manzoni defecated into 90 small cans, signed and sealed them and then priced each can based on its weight pegged to an equivalent quantity of gold. It is reported that the cans are in various art collections all over the world. It is also reported that many of the cans have also exploded - expanding gases in closed spaces... None of that is of worry here - the gallery has taken a lot of pains to explain that the faecal modules are super clean and sanitary...

References:

- The Guardian covers the exhibition well here.
- Article in the National Geographic on Dalits:
- Human Rights Watch. “Caste Discrimination: A Global Concern.”

Creation Institute now offering masters degrees!

No, I did not make up that title, it is true.

Yesterday we sang hosannas to the theory of evolution when a team of scientists led by a professor from Texas (University of Texas at Austin) found evidence of tuberculosis in early migrating humans as they made their slow trek from their African cradle of civilization to slowly populate the various corners of the earth. One of the fallouts from this slow evolution and the resulting favorable mutations and natural selections that followed were the development of favorable skin colors that helped them best adapt to their particular environment.

Not to be outdone, there is news today that in the same state of Texas, the higher education panel of this august state has approved for opening an Institute for Creation Research.
Yes, we did talk about the creation museum in Kentucky on Simplistic some time back, but this Texan institution goes a step further towards trying to legitimize the creation fallacy - in the name of giving out master’s degree in science education. I am not too sure when science and creationism crept into the same bed, but here in this institute they cozy up even further...

Some useful information on the website of the institute:
All things in the universe were created and made by God in the six literal days of the creation week. The harmful consequences of evolutionary thinking on families and society (abortion, promiscuity, drug abuse, homosexuality and many others) are evident all around us.

There is more in the dean's letter extorting prospective candidates to join up:
Thank you for considering the masters degree in Science Education at ICR as you prayerfully seek God's counsel regarding your place of service in His Kingdom. Our calling is to partner with students who are committed to a view of science and education that is not restricted to naturalistic processes and who have the zeal and self-discipline required to excel in an environment that is both rigorous and rewarding.


James Nasmyth, ‘Back of Hand and Wrinkled Apple to Illustrate the Origin of Certain Mountain Ranges Resulting from Shrinking of the Interior’, Plate 11 from Moon: Considered as a Planet, a World, and a Satellite, London, John Murray, 11" X 8", 1874, The MOMA, New York

On image manipulation

True to the age of 'gimme my results NOW!', the current trend towards digital manipulations of photos is a good case in point. Free image manipulation software now seem to bring out results that sometimes rival uber image manipulation software like Photoshop in the matter of touching up and sharpening digital photographs. A photo of a bunch of bananas lying around on our kitchen counter top that was then digitally manipulated using something as low tech as PAINT.NET are shown below as an example…

Of course, there is a certain school which believes that the instant you touch your photographic images with any software tools, you pollute the concept and the resulting image is not worth its salt. This may be true for images produced in scientific journals, but does not seem to hold true for a lot of amateur photographers (and some professional – especially folks who cover the news) who have clearly started to use these tools. Tell-tale signs are visible to a practiced eye and even if I do not claim too much practice myself, I did notice a couple of photography shows down in Chelsea where the images were clearly manipulated to suit the subject or the theme. Personally, I do not think there is anything sinful about manipulating an image. It is just that the chemical laced manipulations laboriously done inside that makeshift and cramped darkroom can now be done fairly easily in front of a computer. Of course, historically, 'more effort' is sometimes perceived as being 'more original' and the darkroom based morphs of yore were definitely heavy lifting.

Sunil, 'Bananas', Digital photograph

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

On skin colour

The recent discovery of the evidence of tuberculosis striking ancient humans illustrated by telltale signs in the skull of a homo erectus discovered in Turkey further lends credence to a plausible theory of race and skin colour.

The theory goes something like this. The original human beings evolved around the regions below the Horn of Africa. It is now believed that most of the original humans were very dark skinned. The dark skin gave them protection against the intense ultraviolet radiation from the African sun. (Light is absorbed lesser by dark colours than lighter colours and hence blocked the harmful UV better...) Again the dark skin was purely an artifact of evolution rather than a random colour assigned by forces beyond comprehension. By and by, the proto humans migrated out of the horn of Africa, following the Red Sea all the way taking a route along modern day Palestine, onto Syria, then Turkey and the vast beyonds... As they moved north, the sun became less bright, the climes colder and the vegetation less tropical. As it turns out, the explorers found that their dark skins were now an impediment rather than a blessing. The cause lay with the synthesis of vitamin D (Vitamin D is produced photochemically in the epidermal layer of skin and is not available freely in nature)... The less intense sun could not penetrate the darker skinned migrants and a lot of them found themselves depleted of vitamin D. Reduction in vitamin D leads to a weakened immune response to bacteria’s and for the Leptomeningitis tuberculosa bacterium (the one that causes a special form of tuberculosis), the migrants were a choice prospect to infect. Many migrant ran afoul of the bacterium and a chance few who had the odd mutation that resulted in lighter skin colour escaped (the lighter skin colour meant more vitamin D synthesis that resulted in a stronger immune response and a proportionately higher resistance to diseases like tuberculosis and the like). The random genetic mutations that resulted in the now favorable light skin started to build up as the migrants and their generations started settling in lands farther north. Of course, many, many more mutations will pass before we get to the cornucopia of human skin colours today, but in a nutshell, this is a leading theory that is gaining grounds in an attempt to explain the diversity of skin colours that we see around us…

The findings are reported in the current issue of The American Journal of Physical Anthropology (abstract here) by a team of American, Turkish and German researchers. The researchers have maintained that the new evidence “permits us to speculate that a case of TB was exacerbated by the reduced level of ultraviolet radiation encountered during the expansion of a low-latitude population of dark-skinned Homo into temperate Turkey.”

Again, all this is speculation, but the case is gaining ground and becoming stronger… Further research into the scattered bones of our ancestors along the ancient migration routes will surely settle this argument. I wonder what Dr. Watson, who is now famous for his macaca type slurs would have to say…

Pierre Mathurin Petraud, ‘On the Nile’, Oil on canvas, 22” X 18”

Revealing pictures

It is not the greatest habit to rip pictures from other sites, but the following pictures are from the UNICEF 2007 photography competition. Both pictures are from the Spiegel online and I could not stop myself from putting them here.

The first shows a girl on her 9th birthday dancing near her family's home that straddles one of the biggest garbage dumps in the world. The sofa ostensibly is part of the rubbish.

The second image (which actually won the competition) shows a married couple from Afghanistan. Mohammed, the husband, is a mature 40 years and Ghulam, his wife, is 11. More related news here.


Photographed by Hartmut Schwarzbach


Photographed by Stephanie Sinclair



"I’m delighted to be related to flies, yeast, frogs, chimps and blue-green algae. I find the serenity of algae restful and the ambition of yeast admirable. Frogs are great jumpers. Chimps have hands at the end of their feet, sort of. And fruit flies, well, I never met a fruit fly that I was ashamed to share genes with, and I certainly can’t say that about human beings."

James Gorman in the NY Times