Showing posts with label there are no stupid questions just stupid people who don't ask. Show all posts
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Ask Mrs. Hall anything: Questions about Van Gogh and Xeroxing body parts



Bruce Johnson asks Mrs. Hall the following:

Can Xeroxed body parts really be considered art, why or why not and what are the ramifications? Would van Gogh have used a xerox? Would Picasso have enjoyed a scanner?

one: Yes, xeroed body parts can be art. But. It would have to be done in such a way that the body part is undeniably the artist and the image itself- undeniably a xerox copy. Thus blending both man (or woman) and machine. In this way, the muse would be satisfied and heard. Tall order for such a project. But, I have faith it could be done.

Ramifications? None. Mechanically reproducing images is done all the time through the art of photography. The Xerox machine is like a camera. Only slightly more challenging to use.

two: Van Gogh would not use a Xerox. The man was poor as dirt. He could not afford a Xerox machine. Plus, being poor, he was transient. On the move a lot. Xerox machines do not fit in suitcases.

Also, his muse didn't speak Xerox. Ya see, all those letters from Van Gogh, the 6000000000000 letters he wrote to his brother Theo, of which I am reading through, explain his muse. I am know now his muse very well.



I believe the prolific letters are a result of a condition called hyper graphia. He wrote non stop, sparing no detail. He wrote without structure. However, despite the relentless nature, his muse speaks dominantly.

She calls attention to all the details around Van Gogh. The color of flowers, the tinder of church bells, the warmth of the sun, the delicate interaction between others. He was enamored with it all. Kind of like Frankenstein peeking into the cabin. Talking to the little girl. Being exposed to everything as if the first time.




Also, the craft of painting. This drove him. He compared himself to his fellow painters. The process of painting, physically laying paint on to canvas. This fueled his muse.


three: No, Picasso would not have enjoyed a scanner for art. For other purposes maybe. He had a certain machismo type aura. He was a ladies man. His muse lived in his um, nether regions I believe. Unlike Van Gogh muse which shone light on the earth around him, Picasso's muse oggled women. A lot of women.

Again, Picasso's muse was a bit of ladies man.

This painting below is of one of his lovers. And again, his muse was given voice through paint, brushes and canvas.



In short, for Van Gogh and Picasso, a Xerox lacks the visceral appeal of standing in front a canvas, brushes and paints at the ready.

Working the painting like a red headed stepchild so that their muse will be satisfied.

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Are you a fan of Pink Floyd yet?

Asked by Earl the wandering cat herder

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AND NOW YOU!

Ask any question you like and get an answer from me, an expert on most everything.

Or

xerox/scan a body part and email it to butcher.hollow@gmail.com and let me judge it to be art/not art :)

And please, let's keep all images sent to Mrs. Hall attractive. :)

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Finishing my back story and asking Mrs. Hall anything


It's been four days since my last post. Must be some sort of record.

I have a post I'm working on in the background. Several actually. I am still working on the pictures you sent. There is one picture featuring a long and hard fought for kiss, one picture with a little boy in a batman mask, one with a woman wearing cheap shoes on cheaper carpeting. Although I don't believe the actual woman to be cheap. Then, there is a dog porn photo. All being worked on people, but these things take time. If you rush the miracle worker you get lousy miracles.

Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, xeroxing my boobies. Yeeaaahhh, that story completes pretty much all of my back story. I dare say the bulk of my entire history is already written here. I still have bits and pieces of to tell. But I think I'm done tell you what was and how I came to be me.

Which is good, I honestly get tired of telling my back story. I strive to be original. This is bit difficult given where we are. Introspective writers abound in the bloggerhood.

That is not to say this blog is ending. Oh no, no. I am still living and this blog is helping me document all my wonder. My facebook page helps me document more children centric things. But here, I present all the slices of the Mrs. Hall pie.

That being said, in between the writery posts, I want to put breezier posts out there.

THAT'S WHERE YOU COME IN.

Ya see, I can put out at least two paragraphs on any topic in 15 minutes. Without breaking a sweat. So I am looking for fodder for these short bursts.

So go ahead. Ask me a question.

Consider this an oracle.

Ask anything really, like how many clowns can really fit into those tiny cars? Or, what the weather is like today. Or how do I change a tire? Or, if you want to go to a different level, ask me about the dress I wore on my wedding day, why I call this blog Mrs. Hall or how many children I really want to have.

go ahead ask.

And then look forward to next Monday's post. It'll be called

"The Amish Moms of Las Vegas"

It's damn good writing too!

:)

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