Saturday, September 22, 2018
Thursday, September 13, 2018
Thursday, September 6, 2018
Monday, July 23, 2018
What is this empty container that holds all life?
What is this time that is now?
What is this light that dawns on me?
What is this fire that warms me?
What is this air that fills my lungs
What is this plant that feeds me?
What is this love that heals me?
Who is this observer asking questions?
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Thursday, May 31, 2018
Marcel Duchamp pioneered a movement called Ready-Made Art. He declared that ideas were more interesting to him than visual products that were merely "beautiful." The MoMa website on Duchamp challenges us with the following questions. Today I am answering.
What should art provide the maker and the viewer?
Who is it for?
Anyone it speaks to.
Where does one encounter art?
In the place where from and the formless meet. Which means, at ever turn, where ever our senses take us.
What is the role of the artist?
To facilitate the discovery of meaning, even if after careful inspection the meaning gets lost.
Art that stirs up controversy has no meaning for me.
Art should help us leave the realm of time and place
where even our thoughts take a back seat.
Good Art takes us into a timeless spaceless dimension.
Signed Izzy the Curator of the Bjorn Museum
Wednesday, May 30, 2018
Monday, May 21, 2018
Saturday, May 19, 2018
Here's a great link that Becker brought to my attention
Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska (1923-2012) won the 1996 Nobel Prize for literature; I am saddened by her death-- yesterday, February 1, at her home in Krakow. But one cannot help but rejoice for her poems. Szymborska did not shy from use of mathematical ideas. As in this sample:
A Contribution to Statistics by Wislawa Szymborska
Out of every hundred people
those who always know better:
doubting every step
-- nearly all the rest,
glad to lend a hand
if it doesn't take too long:
-- as high as forty-nine,
because they can't be otherwise:
-- four, well maybe five,
able to admire without envy
living in constant fear
of someone or something
capable of happiness:
-- twenty-something tops,
savage in crowds
-- half at least,
when forced by circumstances:
-- better not to know,
even b allpark figures,
wise after the fact
-- just a couple more
than wise before it,
taking only things from life
(I wish I were wrong),
hunched in pain,
no flashlight in the dark
sooner or later,
worthy of compassion
-- a hundred out of one hundred.
Thus far this figure still remains unchanged.