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Anthology: Ten Years of TQ – Brian Forrest

Brian Forrest, Decker Canyon #5, 2010  A Radical Arcadia – “There have always been two kinds of arcadia: shaggy and smooth; dark and light; a place of bucolic leisure and a place of primitive panic”, Simon Schama tells us in Landscape and Memory, one arcadia being “a dark grove of desire, but also a labyrinth of madness and death”. He further describes certain arcadias as purposefully and importantly untamed: “turf, gorse, heather, and timber, trees, shrubs and brushwood” of the heaths outside of 19th century London were a cherished gift to the city dwellers—landscapes of urban imagination that answered certain needs for wildness, even unruliness. In much the same way, one might perceive the unkempt oak filled, scrubby canyons in the … [Read more...]

Anthology: Ten Years of TQ – Robert Kato

From Robert Kato's seeing iPhone — Related Posts: Portraits: Paper and Clay, Passages, Streetscapes, Night@Mare, Man Forgets the Earth Remembers Portrait of a Leaf, 09.27.2011 Standing Still,03.03.2012 rikka style before nine, 05.23.2012   … [Read more...]

Backyard Echo Park _ Quintet

Echo Park Flora and a Seat of ContemplationPlease Click to Enlarge … [Read more...]

Heavenly Bodies_Part 3

Fashion and the Catholic Imagination, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York Related Posts: Heavenly Bodies, Heavenly Bodies_Part 2 Please Click to Enlarge … [Read more...]

Heavenly Bodies _ Part 2

Fashion and the Catholic Imagination, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York Related Posts: Heavenly Bodies, Heavenly Bodies_Part 3 Please Click to Enlarge … [Read more...]

Heavenly Bodies

Fashion and the Catholic Imagination, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York Related Posts: Heavenly Bodies_Part 2, Heavenly Bodies_Part 3 There's a plague of sexual abuse being brought to light, again. Kirby Dick explored just one of these tragedies in his film of 2004, Twist of Faith. "A man confronts the trauma of past sexual abuse as a boy by a Catholic priest only to find his decision shatters his relationships with his family, community and faith." The cover up to these latest investigations is a perversity of ethos. Pope Francis, has now been exposed to having prior knowledge and his inactions are being brought to light not just in Pennsylvania and Ireland, but the world is watching him squirm and try to tap dance … [Read more...]

Picturing the Cosmopolitical

The Photography of Jay Mark Johnson— When I first moved to New York in the early 1980s I lived in a loft on Great Jones Street with two Greek American brothers and it was an interesting scene. The younger brother was my friend John, who I went to school with in Philadelphia. His older brother Mark was a photographer who’d been living in San Francisco and was now playing in a band. The loft was big and run down and in the front room bands from the downtown post-Punk scene would come rehearse, some of them fated to be famous. At night we’d often walk East to drink and shoot pool at this Ukrainian bar on 1st Avenue called The Blue and Gold that had been around for a long time, and that’s where I met Jay Mark Johnson, who has found in his … [Read more...]

Sakura Season

We’re standing on a curb at Shibuya crossing watching the traffic lights change, like spectators of a carefully practiced sport. As the massive intersection slows to a stop, an orderly swarm of pedestrians begin crossing in every direction, even diagonally, as they run, stroll, and weave their way to the other side. This impeccable mastery of orderly chaos is the essence of Tokyo. … [Read more...]

Wharfside

Santa Barbara Summer Scenes         … [Read more...]

Portraits: Paper and Clay

Robert Kato, Emotional Biomes — Then I arrived at the capital, vaguely saturatedwith fog and rain. What streets were those?The garments of 1921 were breedingin an ugly smell of gas, coffee, and bricks.I walked among the students without understanding,pulling the walls inside me, searchingeach day into my poor poetry for the branches,the drops of rain, and the moon, that had been lost.I went deep into it for help, sinkingeach evening into its waters, graspingenergies I could not touch, the seagulls of a deserted sea,until I closed my eyes and was shipwrecked in the middleof my own body. - Pablo Neruda, Friends on the Road (1921)   … [Read more...]