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MONDAY FUN READ! THE drunken muse
The story "Drunken Muse" was audio recorded on a hidden voice recorder during the conversations about two decades ago. The story-teller didn't know or consent to the recording. The audio tapes on compact cassettes were never used. The records were partially damaged and lost. www.slideshare.net/PaulJaisini/drunken-muse
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MANIFESTO GLEITZEIT 2015
PROLOGUE
Paul Jaisini was like a messiah, as you wish, who saw/understood the impending end and complete degeneration of Fine art or Art become and investment nothing more than that. He predicted the bubble pops art when everybody would eventually become an artist, including dogs cats and horses, because they as kids followed the main rule: express yourself without skills or knowledge or any aesthetic concerns. J. Pollack started pouring paints onto canvases; Julian Schnabel, former cab driver from NY, suddenly decided he could do better than what he saw displayed in galleries, so he started gluing dishes on canvases; A.Warhol, an industrial artist who made commercial silk-screen for the factories he worked in, started to exhibit "Campbell's soup" used for commercial adds... and later the thing that made him an "American Idol": by copying and pasting Hollywood celebrities (same type of posters he made before for movie theaters).
When Paul Jaisini stood out against the Me culture in the US by burning all of his own 120 brilliant paintings (according to the then-new director of Fort Worth MoMa Museum, who offered hin an exhibition of his art in 1992, and later the Metropolitan Museum curator, Phillippe de Montebello, in 1994).Paul probably assumed all fellow true fine artists would join him or stand by him against corruption of the art world.
And after 20 years of his stand-off...the time has finally come today. Many artists and humanitarians around the world took a place beside him. His invisible Paintings became a synonym for the future reincarnation of fine art and long lost harmony. The establishment is in panic! The "moneybags" (as Paul Jaisini named them) are in panic, because they invested BILLIONS of dollars in real crap made by
craftsmen. Now they realize that the reputation of American legends of expressionism was nothing but a copy of Russian avant-garde" Kazimir Malevich, Vasiliy Kandinsky and tens of others from France and Germany.. US tycoon investors were spending billions on "Me more original, than you". "Artist Shit" is a 1061 artwork by the Italian artist Piero Manzoni. The work consists of 90 tin cans, filled with feces. A tin can was sold for £124,000, 180,000 at Sothebys, 2007.
EPILOGUE
Before I resume promoting and admiring a very important art persona on today's international art arena, I'd like to clear up some BIG questions; people ask continuously and subconsciously, directly & indirectly: "Why does the name Paul Jaisini, flood the Internet in such "obnoxious" quantities that it's started suppressing some other activities that my friends might share with the rest of the Internet's Ego Me only Me www society? I can't just answer this... so I'll try to explain why I'm writing this: Jaisini's followers keep posting art and info about,
He IMHO the only hope in quickly decomposing visual fine art. "Paul Jaisini realized many years ago, in 1994, when he declared (at that time to himself only) the start of a New era, a New vision, that he is trying to redirect from the rat race, started by an establishment in post-war New York, long before the Internet culture.
Sub related information: Adolf Gottlieb, Mart Rothko, etc (after visiting Paris France in 1933):
"We must forget analytical art, we must express ourselves, as a 5 year old child would, without a developed consciousness. Forget about results - do what you feel, EXPRESS yourself with your own unique style"
With this statement Mark Rothko starts to teach his students, degeneration of fine art begins, and the generation of war of styles took a start signal of the material race, greatly rewarded by establishment "individual" - eccentric craftsmen - show business clowns.
Sub related Information: In the summer of 1936, Adolf Gottlieb painted more than 800 paintings, which was 20X more than he created in his whole art career as a painter, starting from the time of Gottlieb becomes a founding member of "The Ten" group in NYC "Group of Ten" was a very peculiar, enigmatic group... Based on a religious point of view;(where a human figure was prohibited from being created)
GLOSSARY
IN 1997, Paul Jaisini's best friend Ellen Y.K.Gottlieb started a cyber campaign by promoting on a very young Internet, back then, Paul Jaisini's burned paintings as Invisible Paintings, visible only through poetic essays. She and a handful of people saw his originals and were devastated that nobody could ever see them again. "We, his fans, believe that someday Paul will recreate his 120 burned paintings if he has any decency and moral obligation to his fans, who have dedicated decades to make it happen, for their Phoenix to rise from the ashes
and the whole world will witness that all these years we spent to get him back to re-paint the Visuals again were not in vain," - said E.Y.K.Gottlieb in 2014 during the 20th anniversary celebration of Invisible Paintings to GIGroup in NYCity. So now, hopefully, this clears up why I and others do what we do - our "cyber terrorism" of good art, dedicated to Paul Jaisini's return, which is & and was our mission & our goal. We post good art to fight "troll art" which is worthless pics, after being passed through 1-click filters of free web apps. We are, in fact, against this www pops pollution, done with "bubble art" by the out of control masses with 5 billon pics a day: Pics of cats, memes, quotes,
national geographic sunsets and waterfalls, not counting their own daily "selfies: and whatever self-indulging Me-ego-Me affairs, sponsored happily by photo gadget companies like Canon, Nikon, Sony...who churn out higher quality madness tools at lower cost.
This way Government taking away attention from the real world crisis of lowest morality & economical devastation. The masses are too easily re-engineered/manipulated by the Establishment PopsStyle delivered to them by pop music and Hollywood "super" stars. In 1992 Paul Jaisini's Gleitzeit theory predict such a massive, pops self-entertain madness, following technological
explosion, but not in illusive scales.
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Title: Paul Jaisini
PAINTING OWN SHADOW
Unbelievable Life Of Paul Jaisini By Yustas Kotz-Gottlieb
The LINEN CANVAS of fine portrait grade BLACK INK OUTLINES THE SILHOETTE OF THE ARTIST IN THE LINEAR DRAWING.
The Art Linen canvas serves as the beige textured background.
The Image is outlined in black ink as a linear drawing.
Light Vs Shadow composition is in line with other works where the visual mode also uses light versus shadow concept.
Here the idea develops visually and conceptually. The artist's figure casts the black shadow with jaggedly edges.
The idea could be surprisingly big for the artwork that maintains its ascetic visual means.
At first glance there is an artist, he looks somewhat misplaced, as one who doesn't belong to the times when the artist is expected to look rather flamboyant and unusual.
This is not to imply that an artist should or shouldn't be looking flamboyant and unusual. His is not a role of a spiritual adviser, social worker or motivational speaker. Historically it is a known fact that only a small minority of artists were the true creators in a sense of their life-long calling.
The image of artist seems to translate certain visual codes that shape this character of purity and life--long sacrifice to the creative ecstasy and agony. The burden of the artistic ideals of harmony in all historical times was too heavy. when all considering the culture comes down to depend on few genius creators who set aesthetic standards so high nothing in the mundane life of ordinary people could contaminate the harmony. Therefore the burden of pure creativity was always unbearable for the chosen one who is endowed with the rare gift of artistic genius and prophetic vision.
ADULT CONTENT: the artwork of an image with no nudity is censored on www by the software recognition program www.artlimited.net/image/en/514108http://generationinvisi... www.flickr.com/photos/ellenyustas/15203025773/
“Art is not what it is – its what its not . Art- just a word . Great art its like hypnotism, that stays with u forever… take it from me- artist who overcame Visual Art. Invisible seems … Paul Jaisini”
DONT NEED EYES SEE PAUL JAISINI'S INVISIBLE PAINTING
I'M FAKIN TRIPPIN IT'S BREATHLESS
On the right side of the picture there is one of the three heads. It seems that this is a severed head.
The two surgical scars run vertically over the face crossing the eyes, bloody and shut.
He opens his moth as if screaming the written words: "I am faking trippin."
The words in yellow color lined towards the second personage -- another HEAD COVERED by a CAPTURE or BONDAGE HOOD.
His mouth is OPEN WIDE showing bad teath.
The third personage is also a "severed" head on the left.
It appears to be tightly wrapped in a greenish cloth tightened with a string that goes over the eyes area.
The cloth cover is stained RED from the blood underneath.
The words written backwards spread from the head to the picture's center: "ITS BREATHLESS."
On the foreground it reads: "DONT NEED EYES SEE PAUL JAISINI'S INVISIBLE PAINTINGS"
Background is an art canvas painted in gray with green and rusty shades, spotted with red blood stains. www.linkedin.com/pulse/article/20140916213640-352842382-d...
MONDAY FUN READ! THE drunken muse
The story "Drunken Muse" was audio recorded on a hidden voice recorder during the conversations about two decades ago. The story-teller didn't know or consent to the recording. The audio tapes on compact cassettes were never used. The records were partially damaged and lost. www.slideshare.net/PaulJaisini/drunken-muse
You Will Like What I See -- Paul Jaisini
"Homage to Paul Jaisini Invisible Paintings from 1994" is the new series of artworks in the ongoing project "Art About Art" by the Gleitzeit International Group.
medium.com/art-submissions/poor-little-web-thing-by-stell... Stelly Riesling: there's a subtle anti-consumerism statement in this work,
which is perfect for the holiday shopping craze, so i might as well mention it
here. much of what we own is made of plastic that is consumed ravenously,
thanks to super cheap labor overseas, so all the digital gadgets are as
accessible to the poor as the rich, and both are deceiving themselves in
believing their lives have more significance carrying these "mini super
computers" and being "connected" at all times to the rest of the world; giving
them a false sense of security; filling a massive void of loneliness in their
lives and hearts through an unrelenting need to be engaged in constant
activity to help escape the horror of reality, i.e. socializing... ironic
isn't it. So why are girls allowed to get away with bikinis vs lingerie...
i've seen plenty bikinis expose waaaaay more femininity than underwear and
bras, and i've seen girls strike poses more scandalous than cute yoga
stretches in their bikinis. it's the come-hither look that makes this "adult
content" - otherwise she's just a girl showing off her flexibility with the
whimsical idea that she hasn't grown out of her infancy when she did the same
exact thing shown here. why must artists ALWAYS take the heat for others'
dirty minds... by constantly discussing things that bother them in a highly
subjective manner, they're part of the problem in making everything wrong and
taboo by blowing things out of proportion, actively searching for black cats
in dark rooms where they don't exist and actually finding them.i simply had to
address an issue that has become a thorn in my side because so many people
can't or won't look beyond the 2-dimensional plane to which they're so
accustomed in society and media. i wish they would at least try to have a
semi-intelligent discussion with me instead of outright attack me or my work.
Blue Reincarnation Narcissus by Jaisini
The theme of Narcissus in Paul Jaisini’s “Blue…” may be paralleled with the problem of the two-sexes-in-one, unable to reproduce and, therefore, destined to the Narcissus-like end. Meanwhile, the Narcissus legend lasts.
In the myth of Narcissus a youth gazes into the pool. As the story goes, Narcissus came to the spring or the pool and when his form was seen by him in the water, he drowned among the water-nymphs because he desired to make love to his own image.
Maybe the new Narcissus, as in “Blue Reincarnation,” is destined to survive by simply changing his role from a passive man to an aggressive woman and so on. To this can be added that, eventually, a man creates a woman whom he loves out of himself or a woman creates a man and loves her own image but in the male form. The theme of narcissism recreates the ‘lost object of desire.’ “Blue” also raises the problem of conflating ideal actual and the issue of the feminine manhood and masculine femininity.
There is another story about Narcissus’ fall which said that he had a twin sister and they were exactly alike in appearance. Narcissus fell in love with his sister and, when the girl died, would go to the spring finding some relief for his love in imagining that he saw not his own reflection but the likeness of his sister. “Blue” creates a remarkable and complex psychopathology of the lost, the desired, and the imagined. Instead of the self, Narcissus loves and becomes a heterogeneous sublimation of the self. Unlike the Roman paintings of Narcissus which show him alone with his reflection by the pool, the key dynamic in the Jaisini’s “Blue” is the circulation of the legend that does not end and is reincarnated in transformation when auto-eroticism is not permanent and is not single by the definition.
In “Blue,” we risk being lost in the double reflection of a mirror and never being able to define on which side of the mirror Narcissus is. The picture’s color is not a true color of spring water. This kind of color is a perception of a deep seated human belief in the concept of eternity, the rich saturated cobalt blue.
The ultra-hot, hyper-real red color of the figure of Narcissus is not supposed to be balanced in the milieu of the radical blue. Paul Jaisini realizes the harmony in the most exotic colors combination. While looking at “Blue,” we can recall the spectacular color of night sky deranged by a vision of some fierce fire ball. The disturbance of colors create some powerful and awe-inspiring beauty.
In the picture’s background, we find the animals’ silhouettes which could be a memory reflection or dream fragments. In the story, Narcissus has been hunting - an activity that was itself a figure for sexual desire in antiquity. Captivated by his own beauty, the hunter sheds a radiance that, one presumes, reflects to haunt and foster his desire. The flaming color of the picture’s Narcissus alludes to the erotic implications of the story and its unresolved problem of the one who desires himself and is trapped in the erotic delirium. The concept can be applied to an ontological difference between the artist’s imitations and their objects. In effect, The Jaisini’s Narcissus could epitomize artistic aspiration to the control levels of reality and imagination, to align the competition of art and life, of image with imaginable prototype.
Paul Jaisini’s “Blue” is a unique work that adjoins the reflection to reality without any instrumentality. “Blue” is a single composition that depicts the reality and its immediate reflection. Jaisini builds the dynamics of the desire between Narcissus and his reflection-of-the-opposite by giving him the signs of both sexes, but not for the purpose of creating a hermaphrodite. The case of multiple deceptions in “Blue” seems to be vital to the cycle of desire. Somehow it reminds one of the fate of the artists and their desperate attempts to evoke and invent the nonexistent.
“Blue” is a completely alien picture to Jaisini’s “Reincarnation” series. The pictures of the series are painted on a plain ground of canvas that produces the effect of free space filled with air. “Blue,” to the contrary, is reminiscent of an underwater lack of air; the symbolic meanings of this picture’s texture and color contributes to the mirage of reincarnation.
“Blue Reincarnation” (Oil painting) by Paul Jaisini
New York 2002, Text Copyright: Yustas Kotz-Gottlieb
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Just you read with what Paul Jaisini is grabbing on. . As you can see even Stelly respond to this remark with pluralistic sarcasm : Reads the text of the man who holding this girl fort about 5 years inside his mind! Paul Jaisini - is not what I thought it would!!! Read!!
“Hey, Jaisini! It meant to be like your invisible paintings. If you can see beyond the black square (canvas), keep it.” Kazimir’s cat
OPEN YOUR EYE!
Paul Jaisini destroyed all art.
Paul Jaisini He Paints Invisible Paintings Since 1994
20 years ago Paul Jaisini destroyed all of his critically acclaimed art.
VISION REDIRECTED
Paul Jaisini. HE PAINTS INVISIBLE PAINTINGS
IN THE KINGDOM OF BLIND THE ONE–EYED IS THE KING.
PAINTING OIL WAS HIS LIFE’S JOY. PERHAPS INVISIBLEPAINTINGS ARE MUCH MORE.
Wipe Out Rainbow!
…we went upstairs into a spacious studio. The invigorating, nutty smell of
oil paint delighted my senses. It seemed as if I had stepped inside of the
painting. The enormous room dissolved the concentrated scent of oil paints and transformed into Asian perfume. Stepping inside an artist’s studio every time put me into the position of Alice in Wonderland. Surrounded by scattered paintings, brushes, pallets, paint tubes, roles of canvases, and sketch pads, I was searching for the special conversational piece. If I could only find the right piece, which would be the artist’s favorite, I knew it
would break the ice. The first painting that caught my attention put me suddenly under hypnosis and I don’t recall for how long I was staring at it, whether it was a minute or an hour. This is not, in any way, an exaggeration but a real-live experience.
Evidently, Jaisini noticed that I was trapped by one of his paintings and broke the silence.
-Do you like that piece, or are you looking for a starting point to criticize it?
However it is, I welcome your criticisms rather than flattery.
-Your painting develops in my mind like photosensitive paper in a developer. On second thought, I sense an aesthetic pleasure from just the color harmony, but I still need more time-I said.
-No problem, take your time while I finish a sketch.
I had to postpone the interview in order to get a better look at the painting
that captured me. The artist put on some classical music. I began taking notes about what I had seen while he was silently sketching. As time flew
by, it was getting dark outside and the music ended long ago. I glanced at
the watch and realized that 4 hours had already elapsed and I didn’t even start the interview.
Jaisini was still concentrating on his work and it was obvious that I should’ve called it a day. Setting the convenient time for tomorrow I left.
…we met at the café.
I could tell that Jaisini was in a good mood and the interview has a better chance today. Perhaps his work went well, I thought. Jaisini greeted me as someone he had already befriended….
…-Positively, the painting I was contemplating in your studio sticks to my mind
Jaisini answered;
-It happens to many. I like this cafe. It is always so picturesque. The people
here make it colorful. For example, do you see that waitress?
-The small blond in her late thirties?
-Yes, her name is Nancy. Three years ago she told me that she wanted to become famous and in her free time she writes a script for a movie, convincing me that it will be the first script of its kind, a love story based on
her memoir.
Jaisini smiled charmingly, adding: -Oh, no, I am not joking. I believe in her. Once I invited her to the studio, as
she seemed like such a peculiar person. I was just finishing my painting called “Organ Grinder”. She declared frankly and firmly: ”I want this picture. How much?”
I explained to her that I don’t sell paintings.
Then I experienced certain chemistry. When such a “simple” person, but still
the one who writes the script, says: “I want the “Organ Grinder”, it was the
strangest thing. I didn’t like the painting one bit and after that, all of a sudden, I started seeing it in a different light of something very pure and
divine. She wanted so badly to own the picture that she induced her desire on me. I think that to create this “divine” we have to get down with people, declass to become simple and understand art with awe. Even though Gleitzeit is not for regular people, it can be understood by a mailman who asked me for an autograph, by an immigrant who came to the US to earn
money, or by a priest from England who told me that this art is for intellectuals, not for ambitious people who say, “I understand this art while others don’t.”.
-Do you think that your pictures relate to people as if they are puzzles of human life?
-When a man is awake, a man is asleep; everything encloses. And when you enclose your line you create the reality in which the man truly exists not knowing that he is entrapped in a secluded world of his own doing which he cannot escape. The enclosed line may provoke the desire to breakout, to find an exit.
-The question arises, what is fine art now and who needs it? The elite?
-Yes, but people crave art too if a mailman asked me for my autograph on a postcard after I had to explain him about the picture he saw. Before I explained the painting the man felt scared of breaking his head over it. It is understandable when in schools art is taught as an entertainment, not as a psychological significance, a process of growth, a visualization of today’s reality, an analysis of social life and ancient history, or the world’s history that brought people to the technical progress.
- To build a family is more important for that man.
-Yes, he understands his purpose of trying to build a family of five with eighteen grandchildren. A man’s genetic structure is of a turtle’s and is directed to one, laying eggs by any means and returning in a year through six thousand miles across the ocean to lay eggs again at the same place. But pay attention that bravado of the civilized world brings a realization that everything is a sham. Real is what is encoded by nature; real is when you see a beautiful ocean, a beautiful sunrise, or the grace of a horse. This is real.
- Then what is fine art? Is fine beautiful or good?
-Beautiful. It began from nature, from the copying of beautiful bodies of people and horses…. My main direction in art is most progressive, to achieve in composition the grace of color combinations, an intellectual color climax, tone, contrast, and so on. The idea of the painting unites in itself everything we see in the real world, but in an intricate, puzzle-like concept.
-Art in America is a tendency for immediate recognition. The remembrance is strictly visual since there was no comprehension. First they want to see that it’s different. What about Gleitzeit, how do you see this visual effect expressed?
-A regular person, either a lady florist, my tennis partner, or a teenage cowboy comes to my studio and says: “I don’t understand this art and
I don’t want to see it, it’s not mine. When the lady florist starts seeing some figures in a painting, she shouts, “I see! Look! Look! I see it now!” like a child. A man denies what he doesn’t understand as an immediate reaction. An everyday man is brought up on the understanding of natural grace. He doesn’t assimilate it in an abstract
way. He sees an egg and a hen and points out which are the egg and the hen. In my picture he can’t say that this is an egg and this is a hen at first. Moreover, he can’t say what came first, the egg or the hen. He sees something very simple or very complicating. The man refuses to do an effort. Slowly, not even slowly, but pretty quickly the man can
transform if he learns.
-Do you want to change the process of art cognition? The judgment is not based on the appearance since ‘we’ve seen all there is to see’ with and without philosophy, like when they sell us Coca-Cola they tell us about the transcendental. We are understanding folks. Do you want this “flat” cognition to change?
- A man is looking for an escape. I try to attach him to a thread in the picture, which is twisted, to untangle it. What is next? Did he learn something? Yes, and he also begins to understand abstraction after the knot is undone. This is flexitime. Will the work turn blank? No, since it still has an idea. If it would be an automated drawing by a schoolchild that may look like something there is no concept. In my art you have an idea and mastership. The key is the artist’s mastership. A weak painting will not survive. What is left to the spectator is aesthetic pleasure and confidence.
-What if people ask you for a simpler art? Why do they have to untangle your art?
- I answer simply. It’s not my doing and decision. I didn’t decide it. The art critics said so, they who studied art all their life and read volumes of books. They say that they analyzed it and it has this and that meaning, non other. That an artist is a reflection of society.
- Do you consider yourself a reflection?
-No, I don’t. Philosophers try to understand what is art and life. I only
insist that grace will not diminish in value.
… and I caught myself on a thought that I wanted to know how the story with the scriptwriter waitress ended. If the painting is still in the artist’s holdings I would like to see it to know why she wanted it so badly. And I asked…From 48 hours of the Interview with Paul Jaisini in his New York studio
We're here to honor to remember the sacrifice these artists have made in honor of G-d, as the g-d's opponents in re-creation of the odd universe. We're here today to honor these "revels with unknown cause" to remember their achievements and their dedication, and to say thank you for what they did. Thinking of the great egoists who join us today only in spirit.
They possessed pride, determination, selflessness, dedication to their minds' sickness - all the qualities needed to serve rich bastards as themselves.
Today, people throughout the world will gather together to remember and to pay gratitude to those famous artists who have served the "top of the social pyramid" and "money bags"... they were one small spark that created a flame that will burn to the ground not only human achievements, but all the harmony created by G-d himself smile emoticon
The real artist's enormous dedication in the past creates a new under-educated and brainwashed "majority" drowning our planet's beauty in its own negative reflection.
One small way we can honor those who have made the ultimate sacrifice so that we can live in freedom of thought lies within our Paul Jaisini's presence here today, and that of the people gathering across the world, is a homage to those who created Paul Jaisini's presence.
From the spirits of those pioneering fine art, who shivered and starved through the winter in the muddy trenches of 19th century France, to the young new-thinking artists following the Messiah of the future...
It is a way to say: we are ready, Paul Jaisini!
Marble Lady – A painting by Jaisini
In his art, Jaisini insists on overcoming of the dehumanization and the suppression of sensuality.
In every historical period there are ideas and problems that are expressed but will not come to pass. Jaisini seeks to identify this idea in the present, excavate it from the past, and invent it in a new way for the future. In the murky, anxious world of ours, in the midst of the soul's confusions and multiplying moral losses, the artist seeks and always finds some big and small islands of eternal truths, and asserts the indestructible age-long parables that reveal these truths in the new light, in his own system of sign-images.
I realized that the more you look at "Gleitzeit" works and think, the more you see, feel, and understand—but never completely, as the works always have too many aspects for anyone to fully comprehend
There is always some kind of "space" in the painting, in which the observer feels free, without a persistent prompting of the artist, to use his own system of perception.
To me, "Marble Lady" seems a late modern modification of the Greek myth of the sculptor Pygmalion, who used his illusionist skill to satisfy a private fantasy of the ideal woman.
Disappointed by the imperfections of the opposite sex, he created Galatea out of marble. During a festival in honor of Venus, Pygmalion prayed for a woman as perfect as his statue.
Venus answered his prayer by bringing his statue to life and eliminating the boundary between reality and illusion. In Jaisini's "Marble Lady," the object of the intense desire remains alluring, yet perpetually distant. Desire of the others is often imagined in terms of a fetish.
So-called civilized man can be considered in light of his delight of the female form. In "Marble Lady," we find the two types of spectatorship: the masculine and the non-masculine.
Therefore, an image of the woman is defined through the desire of both spectators, the unmanly poet and the savage who may well be a subscriber to "Penis Power Quarterly."
The statue of Galatea was, and still is, the symbol of fictional perfection, a result of the search for an ideal woman that parallels the artist's own creative urge.
A post-feminist culture has found a way to reinvent the woman as she once was: eager to appear attractive again.
"Marble Lady" enables male domination by being unreachable and desirable.
The construction of such a female identity fiction can inspire both high and low natures.
In all of his works, Jaisini unites the high and low principles, integrating art into the material life, breaking out of art's ivory tower.
"Marble Lady" is a compact, pyramidal composition of the "trio."
As in all of his works, Jaisini subdues the figures to the articulation of line and its rhythmic connection between forms in space—a sort of analytical process based on the line swinging which inspires up ideas, shapes, and colors.
These line arabesques are the highly individual textures of Jaisini's art. A decorative role of the painting's color is to illustrate the temperature contrast between the heated environment and the marble-cold statue. In modern and postmodern times, there are increasingly fewer outlets for the sensual urges and desires that lay at the origin of human society that imposes restrictions.
Sexuality remained beyond the scope of most art history. Interaction between male and female is still responsible for the continued functioning of the universe.
Marble Lady (Oil painting) by Paul Jaisini, New York 2003
Text copyright 2003 by Yustas Kotz-Gottlieb. All rights reserved.
An Artist and Two Rats – A tale for children
There lived an artist. He was funny-looking in appearance. His hands were often soiled with paints, and on the tip of his nose there was usually a black smudge from the chalk that he used to draw his sketches. The artist was very forgetful. He could forget to eat lunch. He could forget to go to sleep when it was dark and everyone else was asleep. He could forget a lot of things. In addition to his forgetfulness, he also had a strange quality: although we wasn’t deaf, sometimes he would be thinking so hard, he wouldn’t hear when he was spoken to. He might simply be thinking about a new picture and not answer a question. So people sometimes assumed that he was, in fact, deaf, and started to talk louder to him. And this was very funny.
The artist lived in a large studio with enormous windows right under the attic of a five-story building. Sometimes he walked up the stairs to the dark and mysterious attic. The attic lured him with its secret treasures.
A bottle of milk, fresh bread, some fruit, a few boiled eggs, and a piece of smoked meet—all very appetizing looking—were brought to his door daily. He almost never left his studio. In this habitat, an artist is almost like a crawfish: never getting out of its shell, filled with secretive plans and ideas.
The artist lived like this—like a hermit—for many years, because he was a man who dedicated himself to one obsession: he wanted to paint many pictures. He dreamed a lot about a time when he would come out from his studio with a thousand paintings and stun the entire world with his art. He didn’t even think about fun and pleasantries. He could think of nothing but his pictures. Outsiders thought he was a little odd, but people around him knew that he was very kind and funny. But they also knew that it was pointless to talk to him; even if they only asked how is he was doing, he might answer with an unrelated question like: “Does it look like it going to rain? Looks cloudy!” He was always concerned with the rain, because he knew that clouds would block the sun, and there would be no light in his studio. He would not be able to work on his pictures, because it is very important for an artist to have a lot of daylight to see the true color of paints. Artificial light changes colors; blue seems a bit green in the yellowish light, for instance.
Sometimes the artist felt very lonely. He had no friends, and sometimes he desperately wanted to chat with someone. As he occasionally could forget to eat his food, it sometimes remained on the table until the next day. But the next day the artist would notice that the bread, cheese, and eggs had been chewed on a little. He thought that he might not be as lonely as it seemed. After that, even if he ate all the food he would leave some crumbs on the table.