Joolez Talk

Who decides

What's "art" and what's not?

Personally I decide for myself, but I am well aware that this is only my personal opinion and since I am not an acclaimed arts critic or anything, what I say doesn't really account for anything.

Just a few minutes ago I stumbled across this site: Art Work by Coke Wisdom O'Neal. As creative as I find the idea of taking shots (I suppose well arranged) of the contents of medicine cabinets and/or mirror cabinets - I really like this idea - likewise amazed am I by the blurred shots - what looks like bad pictures of a tv screen - and the amount the artist is asking for them.

I don't know any of his artwork, but I am extremely sure I am NOT willing to pay that amount of money for a picture that personally doesn't tell me anything or rings anything inside me. Only because it carries his name, even if all his other work is fantastic.

Likewise I have never been a Beuys or Warhol Fan, some of their art work I really liked because it moved something inside me, made me think, but the majority of their art work really wasn't "for me". So I have always been curious what makes "art" "art". Who decides and what exactly makes them an expert. And is art really art because somebody says so, or are there any objective measurements.

Me, I go by my own taste and I don't care. And I am still suprised somebody would actually be willing to buy a blurred picture for $850 or $1,000. But then again: beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. So why not.

Photo album update

New pictures:
One-eyed pirate of doom
Sneakers
Matchbox

Going overboard

Looks like the ghost and I have to do a phototour soon! We went heavily overboard with the equipment we bought this month. And I just realized I forgot to get a macro-lens, yikes! And all along that was the only thing I wanted. Instead now I have a grey filter, a skylight filter, a polar filter, a teleconverter, a battery pack and several close-up lenses, just not the macro. Dimwit, moi!

Gotta have to get it maybe tomorrow or next week. Although the close-up lenses are pretty good already.

Took a shot of Scottie today only a few inches away from his face and I could almost count every single hair on the shot. Extraordinary! Very happy, and now I need to take a couple of photographs, otherwise this is rather useless.

Raspberries

This morning the ghost went raspberry picking and in return for the "labor" asked for a raspbery cake. So I made one and it was delicious. Raspberries sitting on a bed of chocolate and vanilla cream smothered with the remains of the cream. Yummy!

(No whipped cream, vanilla and chocolate cream were made with skim milk, so no regrets)

Killer sounds

Royalty free sounds for anything.

Killer Sounds

When?

If you don't live NOW, TODAY and HERE ... then when?

Back to no voice

This time induced through medical assistance. And I am back home. What was it? Three weeks I've been back to work? Not even. More like 2. This is hell. What went wrong? Well, at least that gives me time to toy around with my projects.

A walk down memory lane

King Crimson: Epitaph, The court of the crimson king
Gong: Downwind
O: Smile is diamond

New Horizon

only one I definitely don't want to look at. I need to find something else, something new, something that I want, that I really like. Times have changed and I need to realize that I don't love my job anymore. I need to find something else, preferably something very different. Unfortunately the things I most love to do wouldn't pay the rent.

Mourning

While I was fiddling around with the layout to my planned fotoweb, in the corner of my eye I saw a dark shadow crawl along the curtain on my right side. I soon realized it is a beautiful butterfly, most likely one of those we hatched ourselves in the balcony flower box.

With the blink of an eye all four cats were alarmed by something moving. 4 tails nervously wagging, 7 eyes rapidly following each move, and while I was trying to save the beautiful creature from the lusting eyes of the four-legged monsters, the poor creature did the worst it could. It flew up against the ceiling right behind the shelf where of course I can not reach however much I want. But the cats can jump up there and so they did, and in one second Lilli caught it, and most likely severly hurt it and it must have fallen down behind the shelf, because there was no munching, but nervous paw-fiddling between wall and shelf.

I fear we now have a half dead butterfly behind our shelf, which is mounted to the wall, so even if I took out the half million books and other stuff we keep in there I could not save him.

Poor butterfly, I really wanted to save him, but he got scared of me and now he is suffering. Or maybe, which I really hope: Lilli caught him so bad he died instantaneously and didn't suffer. Once we move out of this place in x-years we will probably find more carcasses of murdered critters.

I love my cats, but goddess, they are cruel.