Showing posts with label blathering about art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blathering about art. Show all posts

6.03.2014

Barcelona: Gaudi Trees and Artchitecture

Sagrada Familia: The biggest sandcastle of our time.

Barcelona is all about the art. And trees. I like that that in a city. Because art is pretty cool, except when it isn't. And trees are pretty nice too. 

What kind of art will you find in Barcelona? Modernisme: Catalan modernism, which was mostly an architectural expression. This was an anti-bourgeois movement that pushed towards bohemianism, or attempted to use art to change society at large. (Thanks Wikipedia!)

But what does this really mean for the artscape of Barcelona today? Here are seven kinds of art you'll encounter when you wander the city!

1. Gaudi Modernisme

If there's one person that transcended Modernisme and dominated with his personal style, it's Gaudi. His architecture pushes the line between art and building, and rises into the realm of artchitecture.

His works are informed by natural objects yet remain utterly nonrepresentational. (I took a 3D art class once and that was pretty much the assignment. I never knew what the art teacher was on about until I saw the art-process exhibit at Sagrada Familia.)

Gaudi's most famous and most unfinished work is Sagrada Familia, which is elaborate inside (below) and out (top of page).

Trees or an inverted vertibrae?

Want something more sprawling than a Cathedral? Visit Park Güell. If you like mosaics, this is a must-see.


A million little pieces.

Up close with a mosaic vignette: 

Piece.

 And what would a park be without picturesque gingerbread/candy/delicious looking houses?

Watch out for ovens and vengeful children.

 To continue the fairytale, the park is guarded by a very nonthreatening lizard/dragon.

Doesn't even breathe fire.

Gaudi is also known for other random houses that look like organic alien strongholds plunked down in the middle of the city. To continue the lizard theme, this one is all about lizard skull balconies. 

If their heads are sticking out,
just imagine how many lizard bodies are in the building!

Creepy. Love it.
And at Sagrada, his religious iconography features some pretty militant facewear.

Not quite his stormtroopers, but close. 

2. Art Nouveau Influences

Modernisme was a style around the time of Art Nouveau, which has a much more bourgeois look. But despite the look, this is a very proletarian foodmarket.

Or it would be if it were open.
Unfortunately, the market is closed for renovation (reopens 2016). Frame dates from 1882.

But there are other elements around the city that jive with Art Nouveau. Fountains are covered with organic flower designs, and the trees everywhere underscore the beauty of nature.

More Oldveau than Nouveau.

3. Picasso Modernism

Picasso was exiled from Spain under Franco (Francisco, not James), but he made up for it by gifting Barcelona with almost a thousand of his early works. And his designs were smuggled into Barcelona so that one of his agents could build a museum for them:

Not quite Artchitecture.

4. Street Art

Even more modern than Modernisme, there are places around the city you can see street art. Which occupies a special place in the art sphere of subverting authority while maintaining popular appeal. 

Notice the "Tourism Terrorism" sign on this building. I saw this message several times in graffiti while walking around the city. 

Totally subverts my tourist experience.

5. Surreal Storefronts!

In what I can only imagine is a subversion of the anti-bourgeois attitudes of Modernisme, some store fronts in the city are taking surrealism to new levels in advertising themselves, and deconstructing consumerism with refrigerators reflected and floating.

It's Spain. Of course Ham is the only food in the fridge.

And even further deconstructing consumerism, and the mechanisms of the consumer society and the production of ham, we have the forgotten raw ingredients of a farm.

Prepostmodern Farm chic.

6. The Truly Garish!

And if store fronts begins the subversion and re-purposing of Modernisme goals, the postmodern sculptural protrusions completes it. Establishments use sculptural elements that could be confused as art, and use them as a signpost for cultural decay. This place is called "The Hole."

Class reshaping? Nope. Just utterly unclassy.

Fortunately, some of the more loud and in-your-face modern sculptures are harder to unpack and more ambiguous:

Put your claws up if you feel that happiness is the truth!

7. And Trees! 

In Barcelona, trees have a complex relationship with art.

At times they seem quite unnecessarily obscuring what look to be beautiful architectural elements.

Clearly sends the sign to tourists: Please Leaf.

The presence of the trees, while at first they seem to be obscuring a work of art, in fact enhances the mystery of the work, which clearly, if viewed without the veil of foliage, would have lost all sense of mystery and turned into just another ordinary building.

Nothing to see here anyway.

Trees do not just serve the role of obscuring design. At other times, design elements are placed specifically to interact with the trees. Here: the tree-like shape of these snowflake/skeleton/lights echoes the natural upward lift of the trees.

Oh look, more arches. What a triumph.

But my favorite trees in Barcelona are when the trees themselves are art. There is a coffeeshop/bar next to a wax museum. The decor is a gorgeous indoor bosque with trees with faces. There is very nice tranquil music playing all day, though it is interrupted every half hour or so by lightening and thunder storms in the bar.

Did I mention there are lightningstorms!?
Other cities could stand to take a tip or two from Barca and add more art to everywhere. 

1.13.2012

An historic lack of updates?

Dear Internet,

You know, a lack of updates is a good thing. It means I'm doing something more interesting with my life than staring at my computer.

Oh wait, all I've been doing is staring at my computer.

No, don't get excited. I don't mean fiction. I've been proofreading (despite the raging success of Henchman, I got tired of being a starving artist) the letters of the founding fathers. It's, like, historical. Too bad I'm not writing historical fiction. I'm getting a good sense of early America. All anyone cared about back then was who got a Brevet. (Pretty much an honor/pay bump/temporary booster rank).

And believe you me that some noteworthy presidents have really awful cursive. Also, I have found, however, that six commas to a sentence is not uncommon.

What I'm trying to tell you is that I'll get more free time in about a month. I'll get time to photo/scan in pictures, to enter more stories in contests, and release a sequel, at the very least.

honorably and respectfully,
Yr. obed. sert.

ZZ.

12.13.2011

On Art and Writing

Painting and writing feel like they should go together well, but they really don't.

I really enjoy both. But they come from different impulses. The writing plays off my obsessive daydreaming, while the art comes from my love of shutting off my brain. Sometimes when I paint it's as refreshing as sleeping. (And that is an important consideration, with my current level of exhaustion.)

Art and writing take my free time and tear it into pieces between them in a catastrophic tug of war. And then my free time just ends up ripped in half with shreds missing, and either art nor writing is happy with the situation.

It's tough. I will need to begin much more aggressive time scheduling in the near future.

Accountability is also important. For the coming year I'm going to post a new piece of art a day to my blog. They don't necessarily have to be painted that day, but they often will be.

I also downloaded WriteOrDie in an effort to build accountability for fiction. I think it might work better for short stories than anything else. Maybe blog posts, too. (I do also like http://writtenkitten.net/ to get me through tough articles.)

Accountability, speed, and quantity will be my goals for 2012. Right now there is too much thinking, and not enough doing. Maybe I'll start wearing warpaint to face the blank piece of paper.