January 2009

CMA | mythology, history and portraiture

Enamored by five enormous paintings of the muses by Charles Meynier (1768 - 1832), we listen to our docent tell the story.  A French politician originally commissioned Meynier to complete 9 canvasses, but the French Revolution intervened and money ran out.  The five muses languished in Meynier’s Paris studio until a Swiss general bought them for his château, where only family and guests could see them.  The Cleveland Museum of Art, established in 1916 by the city’s wealthiest philanthropists, eventually bought and restored the paintings.

Fine art moves me in a way pop culture can’t.  It speaks to my humanity, connects me to ancient ideals; it enriches me.  The story of Meynier’s muses is one of art and riches moving each other through history.  I don’t admire the über-rich who horde their wealth as peasants do their bidding.  Then one day they plant a lush museum to immortalize their grand names carved in marble to atone for their sins. 

Honest insecurity

"All artists are basically very insecure.  It's all about making sure that, by the end of the day, they feel they've accomplished something.  You're making something out of nothing.  The process really helps you get over that intimidation."
Heather Kim, Troika Design Group

The blank slate is stuff of nightmares and day sweats for the human asked to make something out of nothing.

Designer/animator Heather Kim has a plan when intimidation plagues her work.  It's called process. That, and working in a rich environment where high stakes projects (network TV branding), digital technology and collaboration are the norm.

Art is try | artist is tryst

Zane Grey not only had a name so cool they named his hometown Zanesville, but he had a great excuse to leave his wife, kids and Ohio farm for weeks at a time to do research: he was a writer. His secretary traveled with him through the wilderness, taking notes and organizing material for his Old West novels.

People talked.  Zane and his assistant were having a tryst.

Mind a sieve? Good tidings!

"I was contemptuous of 'facts' for I came to know that no accumulation of facts constitutes knowledge, and no impersonal knowledge constitutes the intimacy of knowing."
Joyce Carol Oates, in The Girl with the Blackened Eye

I don't suffer facts gladly either.  I get the impression my mind toys with me, daring me to live by facts alone.  I do usher a great deal of information across my threshold - and usher the bulk of it right back out the galley way, as I call to the skittering factoids, 'I'll google you next week, we'll do lunch!'

I really don't want poems and constitutional amendments lounging around the living room when I have work to do.  They can be a little testy when I get their names mixed up and - arrogance?  Sheesh!  They're insufferable bores that way.  Wiki this.  Pedia that -- what a bunch of eggheads.

Techno shy | ever run screaming?

A year from today I want to behold my website with serene satisfaction.  Right now I'm quaking in my boots.

Web gurus Andy Beal, Judy Strauss and David Meerman Scott urge us to engage our visitors with video, podcasts, forums and the like.  This is good news, since I had been itching to explore video and podcasting long before this.

Which is exactly why my brain-scape is, at present, a petrified forest.  All systems full stop. 

Redesigning the website to encompass blogging, forums and polls has been a luxurious challenge.  Content management software was not hard to learn, thanks to Drupal and a great online tutorial by Tom Geller.

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