Art&$: Minority report

Posted: October 9, 2012 in commentary, money, rothko

Had no time to publish in a while, but sometimes news are too breathtaking to let them pass you by.
Just read a piece of news that made my heart skip a beat:

– A controversy in the art world!
– Someone ‘Ruined\ Improved an original Rothko
– Criminal is quoted as saying “I added value to it.
(You can read the news in English, Hebrew of French right here: English Hebrew French)

I remember how mesmerised I was once in Buffalo-N.Y staring at a huge Rothko and being grateful that art exists, and I am equally grateful for these ‘vandals’.

Look (or listen) – Art’s function is to wake you up from the constant daily sleep, from the brain’s routine, and transfer you to reality, be it even for a moment, but what happens when art becomes the routine?

What happens when people see a Rothko, Matisse, Monet, and that’s exactly what they see?
Not the clash of colors and shapes, not the struggle form with the eye, but the name of the artist and the price tag.

I am moved to tears by art, but paying 86.9 Million for a “Rothko” is not art appreciation, it is speculation,
And shit happens.
And if you buy art ’cause it moves you, be ready to get moved when it is destroyed.

As for me, you’ll find me at the museum, appreciating both the Mona-Lisa (well… mainly the line of tourists in front of it) and Duchamp’s Mona-lisa with a mustach.
(BTW – if someone would put a false signature on Duchamp’s rendition, will he be a criminal? an artist? both? neither?)

And one more thing – in the video of the Rothko you can see a small bit of the restoration process, which made me imagine the difference between the brush-strokes he made, the “Criminal’s” brushstrokes, and the restorator’s brushstrokes.

Now, all three remain forever on the painting, which one of them would you find most different.

Yea, yea, I know you don’t care, but as Laurie Anderson once said (god, I love that woman!):

When I do my job,
I am thinking
About these things,

‘Cause when I do my job,
Is what I think about.

A list of unsorted wishes for the newyear.

So you won’t say I am not going out of my way to bring culture to right your doorstep, I went to a contemporary music concert yesterday, where the dress-code is classical, but the music is a-tonal.
Was great meeting friends, was great drawing, was great listening!


One cello (is the loneliest number)
two harps


A visit at home can be a challenging experience, so here are some clicks I did with the sketchpad…

My wife’s kibutz entry looks heart throbbing from inside the car at 6 AM
When it is so so hot, the pool and the sea are the only option outside of the air-conditioned bubble.
The continuous struggle I have with colors continues

And continues

While black and white in a non hostile environment makes me feel safer
Colors allow understanding swimming is not allowed.

The things I am craving for when Israel are art and music from the place that molded me, I went to a museum, but O.D’d and couldn’t draw anything. Music, however, indeed came my way (followed by a three hour gift of a meeting 🙂

The show was by Hemi Rudner backed by Almog Mudai, and the impressions are below.

Almog solo

Hemi joins, a lovely stage carpet, black curtains and  the speakers right near me.
Life is good, no complaints.

Can’t draw small when sitting close, so diagonally is the only option

Nomi Shemer, tell me sweet sweet lies…
Blues (and some green)


Three almost-one-liners 

open space #1

open space #2

open space #3

See you around.


Still waiting..

Just got back from a concert by one of my favorite musicians,
Fred Frith performed with Berangere Maximin @ Le Batofar, a boat on the local river.

Always a pleasure discovering new and great musicians, Berangere Maximin looks like Scarlet Johnson, and  makes electronic soundscapes that fall into the blessed and uncategorized domain of random audio-visual noise (look+listen here)

Berangere Maximin x 2

As for Fred Frith, you can look up his work on the web (you tube or vimeo is better than just listening)

One may say he is a dadaist musician.or to be more elaborate… (here goes my 5 cents of humble understanding…) :

Music started out as primal sound, meant to express emotions, first with human voice, than with percussion on top, and slowly there came tools that are more and more elaborate, with music theories, scales, (let alone production, lyrics, etc.)
Two cans and a chain
Fred Frith is one of those that walks past the rules to return to the primal source of music, hence no scales, but using an elaborate instrument (the electrical guitar), and manages to get a clear emotional state (mainly on the palette of Happy).
Don’t get me wrong, his craftsmanship is impressive, and his technical toolbox is rich, but the mastery (as with all great musicians) is in putting it all aside.

Ok, I blabber enough, the only thing I wanted to add is that he goes in is music where I hope to go in my drawings, stepping across the border of form to catch the integral view of the object.

Here is my take on the show, till nextime!

Violin bow

In the continuous trend to draw other people’s stuff (how about poets writing other people poems??) here are some Matisse painting water-painting, and Dega sketches.

Till nextime!


In the continuous effort to learn the language of color, a color post!

Sometimes I like to go to the museum and draw.
This time impressions from a Matisse expo of themes and variations,

Plus some ten Liz Taylors by warhol, and a Jean-Dubuffet cave.

Six Matisse sketches of a vase on a table

Two Matisse paintings, different color-sets of same subject
Lady Matisse times 2
Sea-beasts vs air-creatures

Four Matisse blue nude cutouts explained to a class of six year olds
Fold, color, unfold, hang – Simon Hantaï.

Alice posing to her boyfriend below a huge mashroom

A dark Dubufette cave inside the museum, suddenly four kids enter and draw

10 x Liz

Till nextime!