Monthly Archive for April, 2008

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Calendar. 04.24.08.

Lister by Elisha Cook Jr.
Detail of a piece by Lister in NYC, December 2006. (Photo by Elisha Cook Jr.)

Posted by C-Monster.

The Digest. 04.24.08.

Timothy Buckwalter
Devotion is a thing that demands motives, painting by Timothy Buckwalter.

I’ve been having some server problems with Yahoo webhosting, so if things look funny or are loading awful slow, please be patient. I’m trying to get it resolved. xox, C.

Posted by C-Monster.

Getting up close and personal with Doris Salcedo’s crack. I mean ‘Shibboleth.’

Doris Salcedo Shibboleth
It woulda been even better if he’d put his head in it. Just think of the headline possibilities. (Photo by moufle.)

Posted by C-Monster.

The Digest. 04.23.08.


Trinity Church in Asunción, Paraguay. Courtesy of the Notre Dame architecture library, where they have been dutifully putting scans all of their vintage architecture shots on Flickr.

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Calendar. 04.22.08.

Jarden Pankin
Bonsai, by Jared Pankin. (Image courtesy of Carl Berg Gallery.)

Posted by C-Monster.

The Digest. 04.22.08.

Ryan McLennan
Rochambeau, by Ryan McLennan in From Fur to Bone at Kinsey/Desforges, through May 10th. (Photo by Vidalia.)

Posted by C-Monster.

What I’m reading.

Proust was a neuroscientist

Proust Was a Neuroscientist by Jonah Lehrer, a book about how some artists and writers unknowingly anticipated the biggest discoveries in the field of neuroscience.

P. 119:

A Cezanne painting admits that the landscape is made of negative space, and that the bowl of fruit is a collection of brushtrokes. Everything has been bent to fit the canvas. Three dimensions have been flatted into two, light has been exchanged for paint, the whole scene has been knowingly composed. Art, Cezanne reminds us, is surrounded by artifice.

The shocking fact is that sight is like art. What we see is not real. It has been bent to fit our canvas, which is the brain. When we open our eyes, we enter into an illusory world, a scene broken apart by the retina and re-created by the cortex. Just as a painter interprets a picture, we interpret our sensations. But no matter how precise our neuronal maps become, they will never solve the question of what we actually see, for sight is a private phenomenon. The visual experience transcends the pixels of the retina and the fragmentary lines of the visual cortex.

It is art, and not science that is the means by which we express what we see on the inside. The painting, in this respect is closest to reality. It is what gets us nearest to experience. When we stare at Cezanne’s apples, we are inside his head.

Lehrer also has a blog called The Frontal Cortex.

Posted by C-Monster.

The Digest. 04.21.08.

Los de la Efe
Los de la Efe, in Mexico. Photo by losdelaefe.

Posted by C-Monster.

Mini Digest. Totally righteous 4:20 Edition.

Keep on Grass by Skewville
Keep on Grass by Skewville. (Photo by 917press.)

Posted by C-Monster.

Contra: The Video Game.

Contra: The Video Game
When bad foreign policy makes for arcade fun.

Photo by C-Monster.