Above: Pierre Lefebvre, Collines (Hills), 2011, Oil on panel, 48 x 60″ (detail)
My friend Kim, whom I haven’t seen in many months is coming over in just 30 minutes or so. She’s invited me to attend a vernissage at Gallerie de Bellefeuille on Greene avenue, which is just up the hill from me, to see the work of an artist who is the friend of a close friend of hers, as she’s been wanting to introduce me to both the friend and the friend of the friend, who is apparently a hermit like me, though I’ve no idea why she thinks this is a good idea, because I’ve never heard of hermits getting along together particularly well. But I’ve seen Pierre Lefebvre’s work online and he is very talented, so should be interesting to see it and he in person at least. Also, Kim has always encouraged me to promote my art and live from it somehow and this gallery is very well known and I think she imagines I could eventually be represented there too somehow, even though I haven’t picked up a paintbrush in at least a couple of years now and have maybe all of 1.5 finished paintings to my name, and unsigned ones at that… I guess miracles are known to happen, and it’s nice knowing there are people who believe in my talent as possibly leading me somewhere eventually, even at this late stage and with the little energy I do have.
I went to the Metropolitan Opera with my dad today. At the cinema that is, with one of those direct live screenings which have become so popular. The opera in question was called The Nose, which is based on a famous short story by Nikolai Gogol, about a petty bureaucrat who wakes up one day to discover his nose is missing. When he goes in search of it, he discovers his nose has become an independent character and occupies a much higher rank in society than he does. It’s a completely absurd story of course, and I was intensely curious to see how the stage production would look, as the Met approached South African artist William Kentridge (click to see a video from PBS), about doing stage production, and this had been the opera of his choice. There were many graphics and animations accompanying the singers and chorus on stage, as well as a man walking around in a papier maché man-sized nose. The music score is by Shostakovich, and the production had reportedly been presented during the Met’s 2010 season to much acclaim. I can certainly see why. It was a visual feast and a completely surreal experience. Oh and the music and singing was pretty good too.
Our last project from my summer painting class is finished now, and all I’ve got left to do is to pick up my 30 x 40″ (76 x 101 cm, though I could swear it’s larger than that) wood canvas at the studio next week once it’s dry enough to carry home. I’ve just posted part 1 of 3 showing what I did during the first week. You can view the evolution here: createthreesixty5.com