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I wanted to get a picture of the pond itself, but it cost $5 to park, so I just hopped out of the car to get this.
June MSH #15: Tourist Trap
Acrylic red and black paint on newspaper. 20 by 16 inches.
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Andrei Platonovich Platonov (Russian: Андре́й Плато́нович Плато́нов, IPA: [ɐnˈdrʲej plɐˈtonəvʲɪtɕ plɐˈtonəf]; né Klimentov [Климе́нтов]; 28 August [O.S. 16 August] 1899 – 5 January 1951) was a Soviet Russian novelist, short story writer, philosopher, playwright, and poet. Although Platonov regarded himself as a communist, his principal works remained unpublished in his lifetime because of their skeptical attitude toward collectivization of agriculture (1929–1940) and other Stalinist policies, as well as for their experimental, avant-garde form infused with existentialism which was not in line with the dominant socialist realism doctrine. His famous works include the novels Chevengur (1928) and The Foundation Pit (1930).
Platonov was born in the settlement of Yamskaya Sloboda on the outskirts of Voronezh in the Chernozem Region of Central Russia. His father was a metal fitter (and amateur inventor) employed in the railroad workshops and his mother was the daughter of a watchmaker. He attended a local parish school and completed his primary education at a four-year city school and began work at age thirteen, with such jobs as an office clerk at a local insurance company, smelter at a pipe factory, assistant machinist, warehouseman, and the railroad. Following the 1917 Revolution, he studied electrical technology at Voronezh Polytechnic Institute. When Civil War broke out in 1918 Platonov assisted his father on trains delivering troops and supplies and clearing snow.
From where being ends and nothingness begins, I remain, Never Yours, James Tillich, Esquire, The Man Who Never Existed. I ran for President on the Nihilist Party of America (NPA) ticket and lost.
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I don’t know what it was about the beach that made me feel so existential. Maybe because the carefree atmosphere of the beach completely contrasts the ironic and complicated nature of existentialism? Today while reading Camus’, “The Guest,” on Tybee I noticed this kite nearby and wandered over to take a picture.
"Momentary" by Chelsea Lynn Winter
Inspired by my feelings of existentialism and time. Life can be fleeting. It can be short. It can be unexpected in so many ways. Rose Kennedy once said, "Life isn't a matter of milestones, but of moments." Birth, existence, and demise are all part of this messy timeline. We go chasing our whole lives trying to explain it. Trying to make sense of it. Sometimes we find answers, and other times we don't. Life isn't about finding answers, its about living. Living to the highest form of yourself in each and every moment.
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A cupcake is a cupcake is a cupcake, until it's not. Right?
Rosy meringue takes the form of a cupcake and is stuffed with strawberries and nutella.
Story and more at: thecupcaketologist.blogspot.com/2010/08/notes-from-field-...
- The restless perfectionist. The artist who took control over criticism by being his first -
You know, some people paint the light and some folks, they sculpt the shadow. That’s where today’s birthday-man Alberto Giacometti comes in.
He was a long, lean Swiss feline born in the mountains but ended up carving out ghosts in the cafés of Montparnasse. You’d see him out there in Paris, trench coat, cigarette dangling like a question mark, digging through the fog of existentialism with a lump of clay in his hand. Looked like he hadn’t slept since the war ended and maybe he hadn’t. He was sculpting people thinner than memory, longer than longing.
Giacometti didn’t care much for how things looked. What mattered to him was how they felt, especially when you stared too long. That’s why his figures seem worn thin, like they’ve endured something, stretched like taffy by time and regret. They resemble shadows that got tired of trailing behind and decided to stand on their own. He could spend months, years even, on a single head. Just a head. Scraping it down, building it back up. He said that every time he got close to the truth, it slipped away. Like trying to sculpt a dream after waking. His people, cast in plaster and bronze, stare into forever. He once said the closer he looked at others, the less he understood them. So he made them small. Distant. Elusive.
He was friends with Sartre, you know, that French philosopher who claimed life has no inherent meaning. Sartre once called Giacometti “the perfect existentialist artist.” And it’s hard to argue with that.
Since the late 18th century, European culture began to shape a new kind of practice, one considered essential to society: criticism. Sparked in large part by the impact of Kant’s philosophy, criticism became a vital tool for evaluating and reshaping both cultural artifacts and knowledge. It applied not just to the products of science or institutional thought, but also to everyday cultural practices. Of course, criticism wasn’t entirely new, it had roots in medieval scholastic traditions. But modern criticism introduced a radical innovation: methodological flexibility. It no longer relied on a fixed, essential canon. Instead, it demanded a consistent yet adaptable approach, one that offered stable tools of judgment without clinging to rigid definitions.
Giacometti embodied this spirit of criticism. He was relentlessly self-critical, and that restlessness drove his prolific, wide-ranging output. As Samuel Beckett once wrote:
“The more you fail, the more you succeed. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
So here’s to Alberto Giacometti, the man who sculpted time, made emptiness visible, and left behind over 2,000 drawings and prints. A legacy of searching, scraping, seeing—and never quite arriving.
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Andrei Platonovich Platonov (Russian: Андре́й Плато́нович Плато́нов, IPA: [ɐnˈdrʲej plɐˈtonəvʲɪtɕ plɐˈtonəf]; né Klimentov [Климе́нтов]; 28 August [O.S. 16 August] 1899 – 5 January 1951) was a Soviet Russian novelist, short story writer, philosopher, playwright, and poet. Although Platonov regarded himself as a communist, his principal works remained unpublished in his lifetime because of their skeptical attitude toward collectivization of agriculture (1929–1940) and other Stalinist policies, as well as for their experimental, avant-garde form infused with existentialism which was not in line with the dominant socialist realism doctrine. His famous works include the novels Chevengur (1928) and The Foundation Pit (1930).
Platonov was born in the settlement of Yamskaya Sloboda on the outskirts of Voronezh in the Chernozem Region of Central Russia. His father was a metal fitter (and amateur inventor) employed in the railroad workshops and his mother was the daughter of a watchmaker. He attended a local parish school and completed his primary education at a four-year city school and began work at age thirteen, with such jobs as an office clerk at a local insurance company, smelter at a pipe factory, assistant machinist, warehouseman, and the railroad. Following the 1917 Revolution, he studied electrical technology at Voronezh Polytechnic Institute. When Civil War broke out in 1918 Platonov assisted his father on trains delivering troops and supplies and clearing snow.
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It's lovely at Bulimba, across the river from the woolstores and old 1930s industry buildings.
We walked along that pathway in August. It was a monday and dark and freezing cold. Low wind off the river and so quiet except for the water. We talked about nothing that important, I made a joke about existentialism, which unsurprisingly fell flat. You didn't kiss me.