Thursday, November 27, 2008

A Time to Give Thanks


A Happy Thanksgiving to everyone! (Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want [above, from 1943], part of the Four Freedoms series, provides the appropriate visual.)

I personally want to give thanks first and foremost for the person who keeps me sane on a daily basis within the cocoon of her love—the beautiful, the intelligent, the laugh-out-loud funny, the ever-patient Annie. Second, I want to thank Alex for being the most magical child in the world and allowing me to relive all the wonders of childhood again. Without my family, I am nothing and could accomplish nothing.

I give thanks, too, for my extended family and friends, too numerous and humble to be named here.

I give thanks for the Obama victory and the Phillies’ World Series Championship. I underestimated how much God loves me until he dropped those two great moments in quick succession. (God, if you’re still listening, a guilt-wracked Dick Cheney’s confession implicating the rest of the Bush mis-Administration would make a nice Christmas gift. No wrapping involved.)

Lastly, but not leastly, I give thanks to all the people who drop in here and peruse my ramblings. I’d still do it if I was the only one listening (it is cheaper than therapy), but knowing that I’m not just typing into the internet void makes it even more gratifying.

Feel free to include your thanks in comments. Share the love until new posts and a new poll arrive on Monday, December 1st.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Visionary Company


As I delved further and further into English poetry as a high school and college student, certain poets just grabbed me immediately with the power of their vision—W.B. Yeats, Gerard Manley Hopkins, and, perhaps above all others, William Blake. Born November 28, 1757, Blake could easily have served as the CEO of any visionary company. Songs of Innocence and Experience, Visions of the Daughters of Albion, The Book of Thel, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, Jerusalem—all of those high-flying works of intense imagination by Blake left me enthralled not only by the words and ideas but how the same man could put those words and ideas into images and even sometimes undermine the written text with those paintings and etchings. Blake, of course, didn’t limit himself to illustrating just his own works. Many of the great visionary works of history received Blake’s special treatment. Studying the text of the twelfth book of Revelation, Blake painted a series now known as The Great Red Dragon Paintings, including The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed with the Sun (above, from 1805). “And behold a great red dragon, having seven heads and ten horns, and seven crowns upon his heads,” read verses 3 and 4 of Book 12. “And his tail drew the third part of the stars of heaven, and did cast them to the earth.” Blake turns that almost incomprehensible text into a viable image of menace and apocalypse. Thomas Harris took inspiration from Blake’s painting in writing the novel Red Dragon, which introduced the character of Hannibal Lecter, one of the great nightmare figures of modern fiction.


In 1808, Blake tackled the job of illustrating the great Ur text of RomanticsmJohn Milton’s Paradise Lost. When Blake paints The Temptation and Fall of Eve (above, from 1808), the Tree of Knowledge seems to explode like fireworks into an umbrella over the Adam and his mate. Whereas Milton mostly follows the conventional Bible story of Adam and Eve emphasizing the sinfulness of their actions (although Milton casts Lucifer as a darkly attractive anti-hero at first), Blake portrays the taking of the apple as a felix culpa or “fortunate fall,” in which the knowledge gained by that act compensates for the loss of what he sees as a false paradise void of true freedom. Blake models his hypermuscular Adam and Eve after the buff bodies of Michelangelo, one of Blake’s biggest influences. Blake takes the humanist bent of Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel ceiling and other works and sends it into overdrive, arguing that, at least in this case, “bad” is actually “good.” Blake always took things to extremes. My favorite Blake story involves a friend finding Blake speaking to a tree. Asking Blake if he was actually talking to the tree, Blake replied that talking to the tree would be crazy. Instead, he was talking to the angel he saw perched in the tree but invisible to everyone else. Blake believed in his ability to see things others couldn’t as much as in his ability to make them see his world secondhand in words and images.



In the last years of his life, Blake took on the task of illustrating Dante’s The Divine Comedy. Although many of the illustrations were left unfinished when Blake died in 1827, Blake did manage to finish Beatrice Addressing Dante from the Car (above, from 1824-1827). Blake chooses the moment here when Dante finally speaks with his beloved ideal, Beatrice, the soul overlooking his journey through Hell on the way to Heaven. Blake interrupts this golden moment by injecting troubling hints as to the “real” nature of Beatrice as Blake saw her, in contrast to Dante’s vision. Beatrice speaks from a car featuring a wheel turned into a swirling maelstrom, as if it could swallow Dante whole. The gold crown Blake places on Beatrice’s head speaks of material wealth rather than the spiritual wealth of the laurel wreath Dante places on her head in the text. Blake sees Beatrice as embodying a false, materialist hope that actually will block Dante’s path to salvation rather than pave the way. Again, Blake plays the contrarian, turning another’s vision on its head through the power of his own. Perhaps this tendency to cause trouble, more than anything else, endears Blake to each generation that encounters him as the original maverick who never stopped believing in himself and his ideals.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Burning Man



Of the big three of the Golden Age of Mexican Mural PaintingDiego Rivera, David Siqueiros, and Jose Clemente Orozco—Orozco burns with an intensity and singularity of purpose beyond even his intense contemporaries. Born November 23, 1883, Orozco passionately believed in the freedom of the Mexican people but never compromised those ideals in the following of false liberators. As a young man, Orozco lost his right hand and some sight in his right eye in an accident. Taking the surgically removed hand home, Orozco placed it in a container filled with alcohol and set it aflame. Even in his 1940 Self-Portrait (above), Orozco seems to be burning with passion. Perhaps Orozco’s most famous work, the 1939 ceiling mural titled Man of Fire, shows a man literally burning but still walking forward towards his destiny. For Orozco, fire purified by its destructive power, heated the blood to action, and lit the way to a clear path to freedom.


One of the sadder aspects of Rivera and Siqueiros’ lives and art is their continuous falling for false leaders and false hopes that set Mexico back as it strove to move forward. Orozco, however, always viewed potential saviors with a cynical eye. In the painting Zapata (above, from 1930), Orozco shows Emiliano Zapata, leader of the Mexican Revolution. Rather than place Zapata front and center as the central hero, Orozco pushes Zapata to the back of the picture. Peasants and soldiers dominate the front of the image, just as the conflict between the ruthless enemy army and the defenseless Mexican poor caught up in the conflict dominated Orozco’s mind more than the capering of a self-proclaimed hero. The dagger aimed at Zapata’s eye foreshadows his bloody end in which he who lived by the sword, died by it. There’s a great similarity between Orozco’s style and that of the German Expressionists, especially Ernst Ludwig Kirchner. Both artists searched for ways to express the harsh realities around them in a simple, arresting style that all levels of society could rally around.


When Orozco painted murals for the National Preparatory School in Mexico City in the early 1920s, one of the most controversial was his Christ Destroying his Cross (above, a different version from 1943). Orozco returned to this theme over and over, including a version in his largest work, the 24-panel, 3,200-square-foot-long series of murals known as The Epic of American Civilization at Dartmouth University. Instead of painting the meek, suffering servant version of Christ, Orozco paints an axe-wielding Jesus chopping down the cross as a symbol of all forms of authoritarian oppression throughout history. Meek acceptance of anything just wasn’t something Orozco could do, and he could never envision a savior who was less of a warrior than he was. It’s amazing to think that Orozco accomplished such tremendous physical feats of art with a single hand and diminished eyesight, but the fires that burned inside his soul fueled a mighty engine that refused to quit as long as someone, somewhere did not enjoy the light of freedom.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Higher Education


If you’re looking for new places to learn more about art, you can go back to school virtually through ArtCareer.net’s 100+ Awesome Open Courseware Links for Artists. MIT, Rice University, and Open University are just some of the institutions of higher learning offering free courses online in photography, sculpture, art, and art history for everyone from the interested beginner to the studio artist. The rub, of course, of stumbling across such a mother lode of education opportunity is finding the time to mine it. Many thanks to the people at ArtCareer.net for assembling this great list of links to free, high-quality instruction.

Sitting on the Dock of the Bay


When J.M.W. Turner donated his 1815 painting Dido Building Carthage to the National Gallery in London, he did so under one condition—that it be hung between Claude Lorrain's Seaport with the Embarkation of the Queen of Sheba (above, from 1648) and Landscape with the Marriage of Isaac and Rebecca forever. Claude, born around 1602, remained the paragon of painting for Turner, the model upon which Turner shaped his own art. Claude died on November 23, 1682, but the artistry of his landscapes and seascapes lived on for generations. Looking at Seaport with the Embarkation of the Queen of Sheba as a young man, Turner may have imagined that he was the boy lounging in green in the foreground near the column on the left. The boy protects his eyes from the powerful sun that dominates the painting, but Turner and many other English landscapists of the nineteenth century couldn’t help but look at the way Lorrain painted sunlight as the keynote of such works. Turner rightfully earns the nickname “The Sun King,” but Claude held the title before him for centuries.


When you look back and forth at the work of Turner and that of Claude, it’s hard not to see the influence of the older artist. John Ruskin praised Turner for his originality, but much of Turner’s “originality” in the early landscapes that Ruskin loved comes directly from Claude. Claude’s Harbour Scene at Sunset (above, from 1643) shows just another single example of how he could unite both land, sea, and sunlight into a harmonious whole. Recognizing the unity of his own work, Claude began drawing copies of every painting he ever did and placed them in a book he called the Liber Veritatis or “Book of Truth.” In truth, the “copies” in the Liber Veritatis weren’t exact copies (see how the copy of Harbour Scene at Sunset differs here), but they maintain the same truthfulness or fidelity to nature’s effects. Turner patterned his own book of copies, the Liber Studiorum or “Book of Studies,” after Claude’s book, but took the additional step of using those copies to create etchings for mass production that spread the word of Turner’s skill around the world. Claude’s book of truth, unfortunately, remained the well-known secret of artists and collectors until the public began to appreciate him more than a century after his death.


British admiration of Claude wasn’t confined to Turner alone. John Constable called Claude "the most perfect landscape painter the world ever saw." In works such as Claude’s Landscape with the Rest on the Flight into Egypt (above, from 1666), Constable saw a world in which "all is lovely—all amiable—all is amenity and repose; the calm sunshine of the heart." As with the larger landscapes of Claude’s contemporary, Nicolas Poussin, the figures take second place to the real star of the show—the panorama of nature itself. Born into poverty and orphaned by the age of twelve, Claude struggled through years of apprenticeships searching for his place in the world. Clearly, nature itself provided some solace to ease the loneliness. In his art, Claude returns the favor, lavishing great care on his depictions of the natural order—the single rational constant in his ever-changing world. That connection with nature transcended time and place and touched the hearts of Turner, Constable, and others and continues to reach out and touch us today.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Your Dying King



There’s a scene in Oliver Stone’s 1991 film JFK when Kevin Costner, playing the hero attorney Jim Garrison, breaks character and addresses the viewer directly to echo the words he just said to the jury passing judgment on the men who may have conspired to assassinate President John F. Kennedy: “Don’t forget your dying king.” Growing up Irish-Catholic, I learned to idolize JFK as a figure of great courage and to remember him as a figure of great sadness. The one item of non-religious art in my parents’ home was a bust of Kennedy’s head, bought years before I was born in the mad rush to commemorate his death. When I look at the official presidential portrait of Kennedy (above), completed by Aaron Shikler seven years after that day in Dallas, I can’t help but mourn the lost promise of that time, even though it came years before I was born. I also imagine sometimes that Kennedy can’t look us straight in the eye until we somehow come to grips with his death and the aftermath that seemingly stretches all the way to today. When I see Barack Obama, I see the same kind of JFK-style charisma and hope. Unfortunately, I see the potential for all that hope to be destroyed in a flash.


Whenever we look back at Kennedy there’s always some kind of barrier to what feels like the truth. Retrospection always blurs reality, but the layers between us and what happened on that day seem to have formed exponentially. From the very beginning, a mythos grew around the events, aided by the theater of the funeral itself. (I have a cousin who was born on the day JFK was buried. His name? Jack, of course.) Robert Rauschenberg’s Retroactive I (above, from 1963) beautifully depicts how JFK became part of a larger collage of images. Perhaps only an artist as tuned into the power of images and how they interact as Rauschenberg could weave such a powerful single image of multiple images so quickly, while the nation’s psychological wounds were still brutally fresh. Kennedy was the first president of the modern media age: television, full-color magazines, and lavishly illustrated newspapers. People knew his face and the faces of his family as well as their own. If politics is an art, Kennedy was America’s first political model and first political performance artist.


If there’s a book on Kennedy out there, whether a biography or a conspiracy theory, I’ve most likely read it. (Richard Reeves’ 1993 President Kennedy: Profile of Power is a no-nonsense, superbly written, personal favorite.) I’ve read everything about the assassination from The Warren Commission Report to Gerald Posner’s Case Closed, pouring over the illustrations in search of something I haven’t seen yet. Even the nightmare of the assassination itself spawned countless images—the most grotesque being the infamous Zapruder film. Perhaps the most bizarre is the “Backyard Photo” of Lee Harvey Oswald (above). Holding Communist literature in one hand and a rifle in the other, the “Backyard Photo” neatly seals the deal as to Oswald’s guilt as the lone assassin. Look closely, however, and you recognize it for the crude cut-and-paste job that it is. The shadows conflict with one another and Oswald’s head sits oddly on his shoulders, among other flaws. Who made this photo and why are questions that may never be answered. The dying king looks down at such surreal collage and wonders what happened to the social tapestry of his land. If we cannot save our dying king, at least we can honor his memory and replace the tragic pictures of the past with grand visions of our future.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Reproductive Rights



Surrealism often takes a sinister turn. Just think of Salvador Dalí’s more nightmarish works, full of sexual innuendo and physical violence. Of course, not all of Dali’s works walk on the dark side, but no Surrealist stayed on the sunny side of the street as much as Rene Magritte. Born November 21, 1898, Magritte loved to explore the depths of the unconscious mind with humor and gentleness, yet always with some deeper philosophy lurking beneath. Golconda (above, from 1953) shows Magritte playing with multiplicity, one of his favorite themes. It’s literally raining men in Golconda—all identical men in bowlers and overcoats. Magritte often used the bowler hat as a symbol of the faceless modern male. In the 1950s, the drive to conform after the trauma of World War II spawned a world-wide state of repression that eventually exploded in the release of the 1960s. Magritte may be arguing that this shower of dopplegangers shows how the individual has become as insignificant as a single raindrop in the great flood of humanity. Or, he may be suggesting that this faceless lack of individuality is falling upon the world like the bombs that rained down upon Europe during the war, with the detonation itself delayed by a decade.


Magritte’s Not to Be Reproduced (above, from 1937) allegedly shows the back of the head of the poet Edward James, friend and benefactor of Magritte. Identifying the sitter is pure guesswork, however, when all you can see is the back of his head, even in the reflection in the mirror. In Not to Be Reproduced, Magritte questions the ability of art to reproduce reality in any accurate way. Every production is an interpretation in some way, not a true duplication free of bias. The fact that we can see the back of the money sitting on the mantle piece but not the man’s face suggests that it is human nature itself that Magritte finds especially impossible to reproduce convincingly. On one hand, Magritte’s suggestion seems sad—an endless source of frustration for those who would plumb the depths of humanity. On the other hand, putting yourself in Magritte’s place in 1937, as Nazism, fascism, and totalitarianism all threatened to extinguish all human individuality, Magritte may actually be saving humanity by putting it beyond the reach of such powers. In such a situation, arguing that the human individual could never be reproduced, never duplicated as part of some “master race,” would be an act of courage.


In 1966, near the end of his life, Magritte painted The Two Mysteries (above), in which he placed a pipe next to a inset duplicate of his famous 1928 painting, The Treachery of Images, in which he placed a pipe above the inscription “Ceci n'est pas une pipe,” French for “This is not a pipe.” In The Two Mysteries, Magritte connects the beginning and the end of his career like a Mobius strip. Magritte’s puts his playing around with the ideas of representation and duplication into a infinite loop that invites us to join him for the ride. In 1928, Magritte saw such issues as “treachery,” a betrayal of sorts against rationality. By 1966, the kindler, gentler Surrealist no longer felt such betrayal and allowed himself a sense of hopefulness and peace with the “mysteries” of art and existence. Magritte remains one of those trippy artists that college students love to hang on dorm room walls, but behind all the humor rests a restless mind that navigated the events of the twentieth century and their impact on the individual and emerged with his faith intact.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

F-se! Um 19 De Novembro Memorável. Até No Dia Seguinte Só Se Pensa No Ricardo!

F-se! A Culpa é do Ricardo! Ou É Minha Que Lhe Chamo Frangueiro? Pronto: É Ricardo. Não! É Minha. Não! É do Ricardo. Não, Não Y Não. Minha. Não. É do Ricardo. Não. Sim. Não. Sim.

F-se! Oferecemos Y Acrescentamos Substância às Palavras em Suspenso de Todos os Partidos da Oposição: Do Paulo Portas, CDU; Bloco de Esquerda, PSD.


Adiantará alguma coisa eu dizer:
Ninguém efectivamente sabe do que está a falar. Só eu! ;)
Desta minha falta de talento em me expressar, espero que alguém mais Potente na Expressão consiga acompanhar:

Se é para parar este processo de avaliação. Pois que pare. Mas, se y somente se, para proceder a uma reforma Implacável de todo o Sistema.

1. Exames Nacionais de Acesso à Careira Docente.
2. Eliminar DEFENITIVAMENTE este Sistema de Escalões
( Este sistema de Escalões só se justificava, se em termos de mercado de trabalho, o ser professor não fosse uma profissão atractiva, como aconteceu no passado. Agora já não faz sentido. Constatamos que do Excedente de Profissionais, há muitos Professores Competentes ( Licenciados Y Profissionalizados Não-Colocados) que ficam de fora do Sistema, para dar lugar a quem Comprou o seu Lugar no Mercado de Trabalho, p.ex.. A Outra razão - pateticamente equivocada até pelo Paulo Portas - é o seguinte: A um Professor Exigesse que seja Exelente do primeiro ao último dia da sua actividade. Não é aos "bocadinhos", básico, não? ...).
3. Tal como em Espanha: A Classe de Professores passaria a ser só UMA. Y não uma Falsa Classe, sub-dividida por interesses inerentes a cada patamar de carreira a que se subsumiam. Os Escalões representam isso: fragmentação criadora de tensões ( se acedidas por avaliações aleatórias), vaidades OCAS ( o tempo de Serviço era o Critério) y desresponsabilização face aos resultados obtidos, quero dizer: desempenhar um papel estruturante na Melhoria progressiva da qualidade do ensino em PT.

4. Como em Espanha: Ordenado Igual do Princípio ao fim de Carreira ( com as actualizações anuais etc's). Esse Ordenado, obviamente deveria, como em Espanha, encontrar um valor de "Dignificação da Profissão" ... . Com um Exame Nacional de Acesso à Carreira Docente - sério y rigoroso! - em que ninguém fosse prof. por acaso; a Classe seria respeitada y ela própria se sentiria fortalecida para enfrentar os obstáculos, bem como posicionar-se y fazer a sua afirmação com Maturidade.

5. Quem não reconhecer estes 4 pontos: Não pensa ou então está tão embrulhado no novelo que nunca encontrará o fio à meada.

6. Mudar para melhor não custa NADA. A Solução é esta. Mérito, Seriedade y Reconhecimento são os Valores Novos! Mas possíveis de serem promovidos y tornados realidade.

7. Não se esqueçam que a Matéria-Prima dos Professores são Crianças Y Adolescentes. Por conseguinte, não são produtos como os das outras profissões.

8. Vale? ( Pois se não vale, pensem outra vez: Ok!)


Nota.: Esta Proposta Tb serve para o Governo Negociar - y já! . Eh eh eh Há professor que até vai exigir que no Processo em curso o Cão-guarda da escola o Avalie. Porque será???
PS.: Em Espanha a Média de Preparação para este exame exige um trabalho de dedicação no mínimo de 2 Anos.

F-se! Não chega dizer: "Parar com o Processo!". É Fundamentar ter Uma Solução, ou como começar a resolver o Problema. Ou Estes senhores são como que pais tontos a cederem a uma infantilização inaceitável de Adultos Caprichosos muito do "porque sim!"??

Pokémon the Movie 12 - Dialga Vs Palkia Vs Girantina Vs Arceus (?!?)

Olá a todos!

Deixo-vos aqui o trailer de apresentação do novo filme a sair em 2009 no Japão!

Poderão ver neste trailer 3 dos protagonistas, mas já corre o rumor que Arceus aparecerá no filme, para impôr a ordem no Universo e acabar com a guerra de uma vez por todas!

Arceus é o Deus Supremo dos Pokémons, e segundo consta, a história vai decorrer na Grécia, com uma mistura de mitologia grega e animação bem ao estilo dos filmes Pokémon!

É possível que apareçam já alguns dos Pokémons da 5ª geração!

Fica aqui um trailer para vos aguçar o apetite! ^^




Mais informações logo que nos seja possível!

Um abraço,

Alex & League Leader

Pokémon the movie 11 - "Girantina and the Sky Warrior"

Olá a todos!

Como o Alex disse e muito bem, o blog vai começar a focar mais pontos além dos anteriormente focados, ou seja, falaremos de outros assuntos além do TCG em Portugal.

Ora bem, para quem não sabe, o 11º filme de Pokémon: "Girantina and the Sky Bouquet, Shaymin" já saiu há alguns meses atrás no Japão, e está previsto o seu lançamento nos Estados Unidos da América a 11 de Fevereiro de 2009, com um novo título:

"Girantina and the Sky Warrior"

Deixo-vos aqui um trailer do filme, espero que gostem!





Quanto à história do filme, ela é a seguinte:

ATENÇÃO - Vou contar a história do 11º filme, caso não a queiras saber antes de ver o filme, aconselho-te a parar de ler agora!

O Mundo Reverso (Reverse World) é um mundo que recebe a poluição do Mundo Real (Real World) na forma de veneno.

Dessa forma, a balança do meio-ambiente do Real World não é destruída pela poluição do ar. ^^

Giratina olha para Dialga e Palkia como se eles fossem inimigos, por causa dos efeitos da contaminação no Reverse World estarem a aumentar, em consequência do confronto de tempo-espaço do último ano.

*(Ver Pokémon 10: Dialga vs Palkia vs Darkrai)*

Dialga está a descansar num lago, mas é atacado por Giratina e é arrastado para o Reverse World; Shaymin descansava no mesmo lago e é levado para o Reverse World tal como Dialga.

Escapar é impossível para Dialga, mas Shaymin arranja uma forma de livrar-se através da absorção do veneno que se encontra no Reverse World.

Shaymin, ao fazer isto, provoca uma explosão, abrindo um buraco no Reverse World.

Ao fazer isso, ele e Dialga conseguem escapar.

Enquanto estão a fugir, Dialga coloca o Reverse World num "loop" de tempo, fechando-o e impedindo que Giratina entre no Real World.

Shaymin é um Pokémon agradável.
(E um dos meus favoritos!)

Ele respira o ar sujo e poluído de ambos os Mundos e devolve-o limpo.
(Era bom que na vida real as coisas também fossem assim!)

No entanto, se ele respirar muito veneno de uma só vez, uma explosão violenta de energia ocorre.

Esta habilidade é chamada "Seed Flare", uma força explosiva capaz de abrir um grande buraco no Reverse World.

Giratina tenta deixar o Reverse World e dá a impressão de estar mortinho por atacar Shaymin!

O problema é que Shaymin não entende a intenção de Giratina, e acaba por fugir dele, ao dizer: "I’m going to be eaten!" (Eu vou ser comido!).

Ele acaba por ficar com o péssimo hábito de repetir "I’m going to be eaten!" para toda a gente, mesmo pessoas que não tem intenção nenhuma de magoá-lo.

Desta forma, acaba sempre por fugir, pois acha que vai ser ferido.

Com Ash não é vai ser diferente, ele passa a vida a dizer a mesma frase e também acaba por fugir na primeira vez em se encontraram.

Enquanto estão esquivando-se dos ataques de Giratina, Ash e Cia rumam para o jardim florido que Shaymin deseja encontrar.

Com o hábito de carregar flores, ele diz que está a fazer isso para conservar o jardim florido de Glacidia Pollen (pólen de Glacídia), que provoca a sua "evolução" celeste (Sky Form).

Inesperadamente, durante a jornada, Shaymin toca a Glacidia Pollen e "evolui" para a forma celeste (Sky Form).

A personalidade de Shaymin torna-se mais forte e determinada, e faz com que ele tenha a insensata idéia de tentar batalhar com Giratina, ao invés de ficar apenas a fugir dele.

Mais uma vez, Seed Flare é usado, mas Ash e Cia escapam.

Shaymin diz: "Vocês ficaram distantes disto por minha intervenção. Estejam gratos a mim".

Ash acredita que a personalidade de Shaymin não mudou muito depois de tudo.

(A propósito, a Sky Form possui um ponto fraco: enfraquece no frio e à noite, revertendo para a Land Form ou Normal Form).

Shaymin viaja nos braços ou em cima da cabeça de Dawn na maioria das vezes.

No entanto, quando Giratina ou Zero ataca, ele tem o hábito de ir para a cabeça de Ash.

Reacção de Shaymin: "If I’m going to be eaten anyway, I want to be eaten with Ash." (Se eu vou ser comido de qualquer das maneiras, eu quero ser comido com Ash). (?!?)

O plano de Zero é dominar o Reverse World, e ele não se importa com a batalha entre Giratina e Shaymin.

Shaymin é capturado, e usa o Seed Flare para fazer um buraco no Céu, tal como Giratina desejava.

Graças a isso, Giratina consegue escapar para o Real World, mas acaba por ser capturado também.

A habilidade dele de viajar no espaço é copiada ao pormenor.

O equipamento de cópia foi criado por Mugen, Zero era o seu assistente.

Quando o sistema de cópia falha e começa a sugar a vida de Giratina, Zero mente e diz que irá parar aquilo.

Ash e Mugen param a máquina.

Com a habilidade de viajar no espaço copiada, Giratina começa a morrer.

Sem compreender a situação de Giratina, Shaymin revive-o com Aromatherapy.

Ao obter a habilidade de viajar no espaço livremente, Zero felicita-se, e, para remover a origem da poluição no Reverse World, começa a destruir os pilares de suporte do Real World.

As acções egoístas dele começam a reflectir-se no Real World, criando um enorme iceberg.

Isso acaba por criar bastantes problemas, pois cidades e vilas são destruídas devido à subida do nível do mar.

Para deter Zero, é preciso usar a Viagem do Espaço (Space Travel).

Giratina, Shaymin e Ash têm de lutar em pleno ar no Reverse World.

Enquanto isso, no Real World, Dawn e Cia usam os seus pokémons na tentativa de impedir o movimento do iceberg, mas isto não adianta.

De repente, num santuário vizinho, Regigigas desperta e diz: "You’re not so tough!" (Tu não és tão forte!) e puxa o iceberg de volta apenas com as suas mãos.

Parece impossível, mas é o que acontece.

No Reverse World, a batalha é decidida por Ash e Shaymin com o seu Seed Flare.

Zero é derrotado pelo ataque (finalmente!) e eles assumem o controlo da situação.

No jardim florido, antes de partir, Shaymin, que antes gabava-se e dizia: "Be grateful to me" (Estejam gratos a mim), finalmente diz: "I’m grateful" (Eu estou agradecido). ^^

Na região onde se desenrola a história, as pessoas quando estão agradecidas dão bouquets de Glacídias que parecem-se com Shaymin.

A mãe de Ash, a mãe de Dawn e a família de Brock aparecem no final do filme a dar bouquets de Glacídia, e assistimos à partida de muitos Shaymins que "evoluem" para a Shaymin Sky Form.

Um grande filme, a não perder!

League Leader

Pokémon Ranger - Battonage


Olá!

A ilha da Madeira saúda-vos! ^^

Hoje venho falar de algumas coisas novas, para o blog começar a ser mais diversificado e não centrar-se apenas no TCG.

Começo por falar-vos de:




Pokémon Ranger: Battonage

Mais conhecido por Pokémon Ranger 2, esse jogo ocorre na região de Almia.
O protagonista masculino do jogo chama-se Hajime, mas também poderemos escolher uma menina.

Em relação ao primeiro jogo Pokémon Ranger, ele traz algumas novidades: podemos correr montados em Pokémons, nadar com a ajuda de Mantines, entre outras novidades.
É praticamente o mesmo sistema de captura.

Porém existem diferenças.

A primeira é que agora para capturares os pokémons é por EXP Points, ao contrário dos círculos com a Stylus no jogo anterior.

A grande alegria para muitos será a possibilidade de podermos obter o Darkrai!
Para tal, devem ligar o jogo ao wi-fi connection e recebendo a Riolo Mission poderão ir atrás do Darkrai!

Se és fã de Palkia e/ou Dialga, também há missões extras onde o objectivo é capturá-los!

Como tudo o que é jogos Pokémon, este não foge à regra: poderás depois transferir estes Pokémons para a tua versão: Diamond/Pearl/Platinum.

Um jogo que vale bem a pena!
Alex

Novo passatempo!

Olá a todos!

Tudo bem com vocês?
Gostaram do primeiro trabalho do Alex para o blog?
Dentro de momentos terão mais alguns pequenos artigos da sua autoria aqui expostos!
Espero que gostem!

Ora bem, decidi criar um novo passatempo aqui para o blog, até porque estou quase a fazer anos e tal :P

Desta vez o passatempo é uma só pergunta, e vence quem der a resposta exacta. ^^
Aqui vai:

Quantas moedas (do Pokémon TCG) diferentes tem o League Leader?

Para participarem, devem enviar um mail com a vossa resposta até ao dia 30 de Novembro.

Regras:

1 - Cada pessoa só pode fazer uma aposta, por isso pensem bem antes de apostarem o vosso número;

2- Caso aja vários participantes a acertarem no número certo, procederei a um desempate, enviando uma questão aos vencedores. O que acertar será o feliz vencedor;

Quem acertar no número exacto, receberá uma prenda muito especial!




Este fantástico peluche do Shaymin Sky Form, que veio directamente do Pokémon Center no Japão!

Boa sorte a todos!

League Leader

Unfinished Business


Even when people call World War II a “total war,” they rarely consider how it touched even the world of art. When Adolf Hitler, the failed artist, looked to redraw the map of the world and resculpt Western Civilization using his twisted ideas as a model, art itself became another casualty in the all-consuming conflict. The story of how Hitler plundered or destroyed almost all of Europe’s art and the story of how others tried and still try to reverse that course is told in fascinating detail in the documentary film The Rape of Europa, which will appear on PBS on Monday, November 24th (check local listings for details). Based on the 1994 National Book Critics Circle Award-winning book of the same name by Lynn H. Nicholas, The Rape of Europa presents a story of horror balanced by a stories of courage, perseverance, and justice without losing the nuance of a story that continues in shades of grey more than stark black and white. Linking the atrocities of the past with continuing efforts to right those wrongs, The Rape of Europa brings back to life events six decades old and strikes you hard with the continued relevance of the issue of art as a symbol not only of cultures but also of nations and peoples.


Using chilling archival photos and footage, The Rape of Europa follows Hitler as he begins his reimagining of the art world in Germany. Declaring modern art not to his liking “Degenerate Art,” Hitler defines “German” art as purely realist, “Aryan,” and purely non-Jewish. In a 1937 speech, Hitler announces a “war of purification” against “degenerate art” that will eventually parallel the “purification” plan to eradicate the Jewish and Slavic races. Hitler and his team of experts soon create wish lists of artworks to plunder before the actual invasions even being. Once the Nazis begin to stretch beyond German borders, Hitler amasses a huge personal collection of art seized and then catalogued by the Special Einsatzstab Reichsleiter Rosenberg (ERR) unit. By the end of the war, the ERR created almost 100 volumes of photographs of plundered treasures for Hitler’s perusal. Hitler dreamed of one day filling his proposed Fuhrer Museum in Linz with his personal collection. Soon, Nazi leaders surrounding Hitler also began to collect art. Hermann Goering (shown above receiving the gift of Hans Makart’s 1880 painting The Falconer from Hitler) ranked second only to Hitler in amassing a gigantic collection by theft. Goering let it be known that, as a “man of culture,” he could be swayed by gifts of art, sometimes even accepting art in exchange for sparing the lives of the true owners. Vermeers, Rembrandts, Raphaels, da Vincis—all of these and more fell into the Nazis’ clutches. The art and culture of civilizations they saw as “subhuman,” namely Jews and Slavs, was all but extinguished in the Nazis’ wake. Interviews with modern day curators of the reconstructions and ruins of cultural touchstones targeted by Hitler’s art theories show just how fresh the wounds remain and how vital culture can be to a people when they have little else to cling to.


One of the traps of any discussion of the Nazi era is dwelling on the darkness. The Rape of Europa shines a light into that darkness by giving equal time to the heroic efforts of those who resisted the Nazis smash and grab techniques. As Hitler’s forces advanced upon Paris, museum workers and ordinary citizens worked furiously to evacuate and hide the treasures of the Louvre, leaving only empty frames behind (above). When a curator recounts the story of the moving of the The Winged Victory of Samothrace down a flight of stairs, when the slightest false move could smash the priceless work into oblivion, you find yourself holding your breath with those Parisians sixty years ago. When Paris finally fell, brave art curators such as Rose Valland worked against the Nazi effort. Valland watched the comings and goings of stolen art, never letting on that she spoke German, and recorded everything she could. Today, Valland is considered a hero, and the records she kept continue to be used by those still trying to restore stolen art to its rightful owners. From heroes of the past such as Valland, The Rape of Europa smoothly segues to contemporary sleuths building databases of stolen art and occasionally placing art thought forever lost back into the hands of descendents. Watching the Utah Museum of Fine Arts do the right thing and return a Boucher to the granddaughter of a victim of Hitler brings home the living, human element of this seemingly long-ago crime.



When the Allied forces finally began to turn the tide against the Nazis and their allies, the issue of saving the Axis-approved cultural artifacts in a theater of war became an issue. As American soldiers worked their way up the boot of Italy, they encountered the ancient monastery of Monte Cassino. At first hesitant to destroy such a monument, the Americans eventually felt attacking it was essential to victory. The Germans used such attacks for propaganda purposes, hypocritically calling such acts as part of a larger Allied “War Against Art.” After Monte Cassino, American forces took pains to avoid further cultural desecration. When a bombing raid against the rail yards of Florence was the only option for advancement, American pilots succeeded in the most precise bombing run of the war, saving the city from destruction. Sadly, as the Germans retreated, they applied their “scorched earth” strategy to Florence and other cities, exploding the famous bridges of Florence behind them. Fortunately, Allied soldiers did manage to recover some of the plundered art on its way back to Germany, such as the train carrying da Vinci’s Lady with an Ermine (above). A special unit, known as the Monuments Men, led by Deane Keller, accompanied the army and used their art expertise to save as much art as they could. (Robert M. Edsel, founder of the Monuments Men Foundation and author of Rescuing da Vinci, provides even more detail on these unsung heroes elsewhere.)


In the final days of the war, the Monuments Men’s mission shifted from buildings to moveable art, specifically the countless works that had been shipped to Germany and the illicit collections of Nazi leaders. Trapped in his bunker and still mired in self-delusion, Hitler, just before killing himself as the enemy closed in, asked that his Fuhrer Museum still be built in Linz after his death and filled with his stolen collection of art. The model of Hitler’s dream city of Linz that the madman mused over obsessively was found in the bunker when it was captured. Soldiers soon found Hitler’s personal collection in an ancient salt mine buried more than a mile underground. Hitler’s mini-museum, including conservation facilities, surrounded the vast collection. The Monuments Men set up collection areas where the art could be catalogued, restored, and prepared for return (such as Kenneth Lindsay examining the portrait above). As one member of the unit recalls, the magnitude of the theft of art served as the first indication of the reality of the Holocaust. The concentration camps had yet to be discovered, but these art historians couldn’t help but look at the paintings, sculptures, and furniture and consider the fate of their previous owners.


The story of The Rape of Europa is largely the story of the near annihilation of Jewish culture. One interviewee remembers seeing U.S. Chaplain Samuel Blinder enter a room full of stolen torah scrolls (above). The directors chose to juxtapose that image with the story of a present-day investigator returning Jewish religious art to the descendents of the original donors. After a ceremony in a Long Island, New York synagogue, the investigator dances with the jubilant family. For every moment of victory, The Rape of Europa reminds us of the countless number of works still missing, perhaps forever. Cascading thumbnail images of these works trail off into the distance, filling the dark screen like stars in the nighttime sky. A modern 3-D computer reconstruction offers hope that the frescoes of Campo Santo of Pisa may one day be fully restored. Yet, when the directors present both sides of the argument as to whether the Russian government should return the art they took from Germany in the final days of the war, you are reminded once again that The Rape of Europa extends into the present day. The Rape of Europa presents living history in the sense that we live our culture whether we know it or not. Hitler’s mad dream of reimagining the world, including its art, along the twisted guidelines of his soul provides a cautionary tale for anyone who underestimates the value of art when it is placed in peril. The Rape of Europa presents a warning from history as well as a wake up call for today.


[Many thanks to PBS and to Passion River Films for providing me with review copies of The Rape of Europa and to PBS for providing the images from the film above. Please check local listings to watch The Rape of Europa on PBS on Monday, November 24th. The Rape of Europa is currently available for purchase at your local Barnes and Noble and can be rented at your local Blockbuster Video.]

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

F-se! O Homem Que Devia Ser O Primeiro Ministro!

Augusto Santos Silva, sempre!, sempre memorável na sua coluna de Opinião no Jornal Público, em que a última coluna que escreveu, antes de integrar o Governo, poderia funcionar como que um Juramento de Princípios para futuros Governantes e Responsáveis de Cargos Públicos, é uma voz, agora, que se começa a ouvir face ao Arrebitar da heterogénea-classe de Professores.
A Classe d Professores: 1º não é uma Classe, e como tal não deve ser tratada, interpretada, interpelada, ou seja, percepcionada como um todo homogéneo. A Classe de professores são Dez - 10 - X Classes, tantas quanto os escalões que tem. Essa dita Classe's não tem como factor de discrime o ser Professor e tudo aquilo que é essencial para a definição da actividade Docente. Cada membro dessa Classe procura a sua Afirmação y posiciona-se face ao contexto da Educação conforme os interesses inerentes ao Escalão a que pertence. É um portador excepcional daquilo a que os Suecos denominam por Likgiltig, isto é, indiferente, mas um indiferente com postura de cadáver face ao que se passa à sua volta, incapaz de qualquer solidariedade, de qualquer gesto para além do encolher de ombros seguido do voltar de costas agoniado pelo incómodo. Assim estão as sub-classes-escalonadas de professores face esplendores y misérias de cada escalão, é como se nada os unisse entre si, como se entre si o vínculo "Ensino-Aprendizagem" fosse um dano colateral, algo seguramente equívoco, acidental. Dado que de escalão em escalão se progredia ao ritmo dessa Entidade Maior, o Tempo, a brandura no trato y uma certa atmosfera de casa branda, onde não falta o pão, então, quando alguém se zanga é porque há alguma razão. O tempo deixará de ser essa Entidade Maior, contudo o tamanho do pão dependerá em muito do dedo em riste de alguém que só poderá estar acima por causa do Tempo ou abaixo por causa do Tempo. Vamos abreviar.
Numa Classe de vastas e desfasadas subclasses - seriadas pelo tempo - como INSTITUCIONALIZAR a FIGURA DO AVALIADOR, como legitimá-la, como a operacionalizar. Y como sustentar uma estratigrafia de competências? Ou seja: o Professor vai querer-se Bom aos Bocadinhos? Quero dizer: Reconsiderem a Via da REFORMA COMPLETA: comecem do Zero. EXAMES NACIONAIS DE ACESSO À CARREIRA DOCENTE. O Modelo Espanhol é Excepcional!! Exige Saber, Esforço, Empenho, Seriedade, Risco y Muito Trabalho Individual. Será que os Portugueses ainda não se sentem preparados para tudo isso? Era bom que o Mérito - devidamente aferido - começasse a constar dos requisitos para exercer a profissão Docente.
Agora o móbil, parece que é Universal à Classe y às suas subclasses. Donos do Ensino querem que a sua progessão na careira se paute pelo facilitismo da Entidade Tempo, escondem o seu intento professando o voto y a disponibilidade para serem avaliados, enquando os dedos se cruzam nos bolsos y demais superstições ... Já todos sabem que o bolo não pode ser para todos, mas os professores ainda não querem acreditar nisso. Talvez se descobrirmos jazidas de Petróleo ao Largo dos Algarves; Sesimbras, Guinchos, Mecos e outros mares do País. Mas por enquanto: há que racionar o Bolo. É esse até agora o plano do Governo, como melho solução. Mas poque não desmantelar o Bolo?? Assim, como que como em Espanha: Ordenado IGUAL do Princípio ao Fim da Carreira. Pois, o Professor quere-se Bom do Primeiro ao último dia de Carreira. Mas aí, a Classe ficava reduzida a uma só. Deixaria de ter a propícia estratigrafia, pródiga em fomentar a Likgiltig face ao que circunda de tão embevicidos de lamberem o próprio umbigo.

F-se! Augusto Santos Silva, Primeiro Ministro para quando? Que País distraído este! O Homem até é melhor do que os Jornalistas, como se viu com a ERC; até foi melhor que a FRENTPROF y demais Sindicatos y Partido Comunista na sua Proposta para o acesso ao Subsídio de Desemprego da Classe de Professores. Com tal Proposta, revelou conhecer mais e melhor a Classe do que o Afamado Sindicato FrentProf.

Tripping Down Under


When James Gleeson, Australia’s leading Surrealist painter died just last month at 92 years of age, on October 20th, he left behind a long legacy of artistic achievement as well as art scholarship. Born November 21, 1915, Gleeson traveled through Europe from 1947 through 1949 drinking in the lessons of not only the Old Masters but also newer artists such as Salvador Dalí, Giorgio de Chirico and Max Ernst. Gleeson’s We Inhabit the Corrosive Littoral of Habit (above, from 1940) shows the influence of Dali by copying the Spanish Surrealist’s technique of ripping away parts of the figure to reveal a hollowness inside, like chocolate Easter bunnies. Gleeson believes that habit, namely the rational autopilot we all use on a daily basis, corrodes our imagination the way that the ocean erodes the littoral or shoreline. Coming from Australia, an island nation surrounded by corroding seas, Gleeson sought to break out from those confining boundaries both physically and imaginatively through the use of Surrealism. Coming in the second wave of Surrealism, however, Gleeson benefitted from the psychedelic sixties in a way that his older models could not.


Many of Gleeson’s titles sound like they would make great titles for a Pink Floyd song or album. I can hear David Gilmour’s guitar work on Sky Technotronics (above) right now. The colors that Gleeson used and the way he modeled them are truly “tripping.” Beneath that trippy exterior, however, Gleeson studied hard the ideas of Carl Jung, specifically the collective unconscious. Whereas earlier Surrealists tended to lean heavier towards Sigmund Freud’s more sex-driven psychology, Gleeson taps Jung’s collective unconscious in a freer, more interesting way. However, Gleeson does bring up sexuality in his art. You can see here a collection of more of Gleeson’s work, including startlingly frank male nudes through which Gleeson asserted his homosexuality in a fine arts setting. Gleeson truly allowed his fantasy life free rein in all his works. By using the surrealist technique of decalcomania, in which paint is pressed on to the surface of the canvas using a piece of paper and allowed to go where it wishes, Gleeson allowed his materials to let go and, therefore, freed himself to let go and follow the “accidents” wherever they led.


Of course, Gleeson’s art can’t be considered a complete “accident.” Too much thought and imagination goes into a work such as Keeper of Used Shadows (above, from 1986). Again, the title alone draws you into the work. At first glance, Gleeson’s Keeper of Used Shadows resembles the fantasy art of someone like Frank Frazetta, but Gleeson’s deep knowledge of art history elevates it beyond pure science fiction and fantasy. Gleeson actually painted a series of works he called “psychoscapes” in which he attempted to paint liquid, solid, and air coming together to symbolize the unconscious and conscious parts of the human mind uniting. You can say that Gleeson asked for the impossible, but he made it possible, at least in his art. Gleeson’s appreciation for art history instilled in him the desire to create new ways of seeing appropriate to modern human existence, just as the old ways served the olden days. As they used to say in the Sixties, “Feed your head.” James Gleeson’s art gives us more than enough to chew on.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

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The Lonely Crowd



When he painted Subway (above) in 1950, George Tooker said, “I was thinking of a large modern city as a kind of limbo. The subway seemed a good place to represent a denial of the senses and a negation of life itself.” In Robert Cozzolino, Marshall N. Price, and M. Melissa Wolfe’s George Tooker, Tooker’s sense of alienation in modern life is seen from all angles—social, sexual, and religious. A shy, half-Hispanic, homosexual, devout Catholic with a Dorothy Day-esque thirst for social justice, Tooker remains an outsider in American society as much as an outsider in American art thanks to his tempera painting technique. As Cozzolino puts it in his essay, “Between Paradise and Purgatory: George Tooker’s Modern Icons,” “Tooker’s work posits that the absence of community, communication, empathy, or kindness is the source of, and path to, human suffering.” Through his works, Tooker tries to make us recognize that suffering and find a path out of it. Sociologist David Riesman’s 1950 work, The Lonely Crowd, argued that the loneliest individuals often exist surrounded by the masses in modern life. Tooker took that idea and created images that condensed the theory and the emotions surrounding it into a single, powerful vision. Like few other artists, Tooker holds a mirror to modern American life and shows us our true face.


Kafkaesque is the first word that often comes to mind when seeing Tooker’s Government Bureau (above, from 1956). Forced to endure bureaucratically generated waits for permits to renovate his Brooklyn home, Tooker transformed that experience into the menacing image of eyes peeping through tiny openings at the helpless seekers of information. The relentless duplication of pillars and crossbeams generates an ideal geometry of anxiety. “Tooker… employ[s] certain abstracting devices, including a stylized geometry and an elaborate use of pattern, to underscore the Kafkaesque menace of the spaces of officialdom conjured by his protest paintings,” Anna C. Chave writes in “Framing Imagery: At the Intersection of Geometry and the Social.” By presenting the mercilessness of such geometric prisons, Tooker protests against the antiorganicism of modern life stifling the free flow of individuality. Tooker appreciated the power of community thanks to his own experience of benefitting personally and socially from interaction with other artists such as Paul Cadmus and Jared French. Cadmus and French helped Tooker cope with his just-realized sexual orientation and opened up creative outlets through introductions to other artists, such as W.H. Auden, Christopher Isherwood, and Cadmus’ brother-in-law, Lincoln Kirstein. “At a time when the young Tooker was struggling to accept his own sexual attraction to men,” writes Jonathan Weinberg in “Tooker and Company: Identity and Community in the Early Work,” “the relative openness with which Cadmus and his glamorous artist friends acknowledged and even celebrated their homosexuality must have been affirming.” Affirmed as a person and an artist, Tooker found the footing to stride forward in his unique style.


Like that other great modern American tempera painter, Andrew Wyeth, Tooker often takes memories and weaves them into his work, such as childhood memories of summer nights in the work In the Summerhouse (above, from 1958). The slowness of the tempera technique allows for the physical experience of reliving memory. “Watching George Tooker paint is excruciating,” writes Thomas H. Garver in “On the Art of George Tooker.” “Stroke, stroke, stroke, it goes on and on, yet to an observer almost nothing seems to be happening. Only the artist knows the glorious silent mantra that creates a work of art.” This communion with the personal past parallels a communion with the whole past of art history. “For Tooker,” Garver continues, “’Art comes from other art’—a phrase he credits to Thomas Aquinas—for no matter what the subject, the new paintings will be refracted by that ‘other art.’” The isolation chamber of the act of painting is simultaneously an echo chamber in which the influence of Quattrocento artists such as Masaccio, Fra Angelico, and, perhaps above all others, Piero della Francesca seems immediate despite centuries of distance. Filtering his personal life through the public art of history, Tooker moves away from overtly homosexual content in his early work towards a more universal language of isolation free of any specific alienating cause. As M. Melissa Wolfe writes in “George Tooker: A Biography,” “Other Social Realist painters of the time created works in order to compel change, but, whereas they generated protest at specific economic, class, or political conditions, Tooker’s works protest at the spiritual state that results from existing under such conditions.” It was after seeing the racial segregation and oppression of Selma in the 1960s that he “learned the meaning of the Greek word agape,” Tooker once said, taking that specific protest and making it universal and timeless.


In perhaps the most beautiful essay of the collection, Robert Cozzolino examines the role of religion in Tooker’s work, specifically the Catholicism Tooker converted to in 1976 after the death of his long-time partner William Christopher. In the 1996 self-portrait, Dark Angel (above), Tooker “celebrates belief and vocation through allusions to earlier devotional art and by imagining physical contact between a messenger of good and the mortal artist,” Cozzolino writes. “As a guardian figure, the angel is an anthropomorphic manifestation of resilient faith itself, a spiritual version of the artistic muse, which grants vision and rekindles creative force.” Tooker converts to Catholicism, but he also converts Catholicism itself into a form consistent with his sense of art’s place in society as an agent for creative change. Tooker’s religious works stand out among many other works throughout his career emphasizing the positive rather than diagnosing the negative. “In some of my paintings I am saying that ‘this is what we are forced to suffer in life,’” Tooker says, “while in other paintings I say, ‘this is what we should be.’ I oscillate between the earthly state and a concept of paradise.” A Stations of the Cross Tooker painted consisting solely of hand gestures rather than the full figure of Christ shows the depth of his religious reverence fitted perfectly to his aesthetic sensibility. “What distinguishes Tooker from his contemporaries,” Cozzolino concludes, “is the way he assimilates meaningful religious references into his work without revealing a particular source or committing to programmed iconography.” Tooker refreshes religious iconography while retaining the core meaning of what it is to be a person of faith.


George Tooker’s paintings continue to resonate with contemporary audiences because of the essentialism of his approach. Tooker claimed that he “conceived” Landscape with Figures (above, from 1965-1966) “with the victimization of our youth by the military-industrial complex and its servant advertising” during the Vietnam War era. Yet, Landscape with Figures, with its endless sea of heads trapped within too-familiar office cubicle walls, escapes the specificity of that original conception and achieves the status of icon in the “religion” of modern American existence. Cozzolino, Price, and Wolfe have assembled a marvelous catalogue and exhibition to display the continued relevance of one of America’s truly great modern artists. In his own quiet way, Tooker speaks volumes as to what the American way of life has become and offers a gentle, persuasive statement on a way of American life that can still one day be.


[Many thanks to Merrell Publishers for providing me with a review copy of Robert Cozzolino, Marshall N. Price, and M. Melissa Wolfe’s George Tooker.]

Monday, November 17, 2008

F-se! O Nuno Ramos de Almeida y o 5Dias cortou o meu comentário.

Nuninozinho Ramos de Almeida:
Cortaste o comentário!! ? Devias ter percebido que o ter-me metido contigo foi e é coisa simpática. Estavas tão disponível a responder às Senhoras ... É, foi estratégia. Pena que nem assim tenhas valorizado uma realidade y tenhas preferido anular o comentário só porque a minha abordagem não foi de graxa y vassalagem y curveniência ( factores determinantes para F-d-r qq um em coisas pendentes de “avaliações”; agora imagina o Vespeiro potencial em cada escolinha deste País! Ser-se imparcial é uma arte, meu caro! Y requer estrutura y carácter!); pena que não entendas que esta é tb tua realidade ou és estrangeiro ou português que não goste de opinar sobre o que se passa à volta e prefere o bucolismo ? É, com efeito, um facto que o bucolismo é uma realidade que não descola nem das mentes comunistas mais iluminadas que ainda n se deram conta –-p. ex - que graças à ASEA há n pt’s que passaram a ter Contrato de Trabalho, um exemplo simples para se perceber melhor. Voltando à Educaçãozinhota é tão simples: como pode a avaliação do teu desempenho depender de factores tão singelos como o modo pelo qual o teu inocente bom dia, ou a cara que tens cai nos ouvidos y olhos de quem te circunda? Brincamos????!!! Ficas armadilhado numa emboscada de uma diplomacia terrorista Ou é difícil perceber isso? Será que esta Estúpida Sociedade Civil não percebe que a Matéria-Prima y Público-Alvo dos professores são Seres Vivos em Formação: Putos! Garotos! Miúdos! Cachopos! ( Pois. a ricalhada coloca a putalhada toda nos colégios!!)? Y não burgessos burgueses donos de empresas de média dimensão, como nas Agências de Publicidade, p. ex. ; ou adultos-marias vai com a moda opinativa em voga como as agências noticiosa e demais media??? Avaliar desempenhos??? Erguendo o argumento “no privado somos avaliados” os profs. tb têm que ser!! Brincamos??? Num País que não rastreia à partida os melhores, ou melhor, fá-lo pelas enganosas médias de final de curso!!! Y não por EXAMES NACIONAIS DE ACESSO À CARREIRA DOCENTE!!!! Um país que Infestou as suas escolas com quem Teve dinheiro para Comprar o seu posto de Trabalho y não com quem a ele acedeu por mérito, esforço intelectual!! Brincamos??? Vai comparar o Curriculum de um Licenciado em Matemática do PIAGET com o Curricullum de um Licenciado em Matemática da Universidade Clássica ou da Universidade Nova. Vai comparar o Curricullum de um Licenciado em Estudos Portugueses pelo Piagent ( p. Ex. de Latim conhece a Palavra!) y um Licenciado em Estudos Portugueses pela Universidade Clássica e pela Universidade Nova ( tem 2 cadeirões de Latim!).
Sabes só os do Piaget estão colocados!!! Os Licenciados da Clássica y da Nova, sabes o que andam a fazer?? Pois. A servir-te café, a registar-te as compras, se tiverem Sorte! Sabes quem é a Clientela do PIAGET??? Quem Levou 3 y 4 anos para concluir o 12º ano y com média pouco superior a 10!! Esses são os Professores! Meu caro, Nuninho percebes agora: EXAME NACIONAL DE ACESSO À CARREIRA DOCENTE????
Onde pairam os Sinticatos???? Infestados de Gente do PIAGET! Onde paira a SABEDORIA COMUNISTA???
Meu Caro: O Único Decente com a realidade dos Professores Foi AUGUSTO SANTOS SILVA!!!!!! Bem haja a Esse HOMEM! Imagina, o único a trazer alguma dignidade ao Professor ao conceder acesso ao direito ao subsídio de Desemprego, com uma proposta melhor que a dos Sindicatos, que do Partido Comunista!!! Aonde já se viu uma Proposta do Governo ser Melhor que a dos Sindicatos e do Partido Comunista??? Pois. Viu-se em 1999. Com Augusto Santos Silva.
EXAMES NACIONAIS DE ACESSO À CARREIRA DOCENTE! (Como em Espanha! Entras na Carreira Ordenado Igual para todos até ao fim de carreira. Claro que o professor não será pago pelos 1300 Euros!!)Claro, que quem infesta as Escolas não iria Gostar. Y esses são muitos!)


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Não será porque este comentário revela muito sobre o Jornalismo Mediocre y Precário que norteia este país face à realidade do Ensino, p.ex. Não é o Nuno Ramos de Almeida Um Testa-"de ferro" do Jornalzinho do BE y coisas afins! Sabem muito estes Jornalistas! É pena que não saibam da realidade e a tratem de olhos bem fechados.

F-se! A Recessão Já Cá Canta Y De Galo.

Uma Imagem do Passado! Para Recordar...


F-se! Já Estamos Alinhados Com os Outrinhos.

Student of Nature



Working for his father Charles Willson Peale in the Peale Museum, Titian Ramsay Peale seemed destined to be both an artist and a naturalist. Born November 17, 1799, Titian, like his brothers Raphaelle, Rembrandt, and Rubens and his sister Angelica Kauffman, found himself named after a great artist of the past by their father. Merging his love of art with his love for nature, Titian concentrated on painting the specimens in his father’s museum, some of which came from the Lewis and Clark Expedition. When Lewis and Clark boldly went where few white men had ever gone before, they did the best they could with what little knowledge they had. Confronted with a creature they had never seen before, Lewis and Clark took a guess and the name “prarie dog” was born. Of course, the prarie dog is actually a kind of rodent, but that didn’t matter to Titian when he painted a watercolor of the taxidermied prarie dog (above, from 1819-1821). Titian’s scientific bent and highly trained aesthetic eye result in a wonderful approximation of what the furry critter may have looked like in situ.


Because of his unique training, Titian found himself highly sought after for scientific expeditions. In 1818, Titian joined an expedition to the South Platte River to record specimens of birds, mammals, reptiles, fish, and insects. Spending time in what is now Colorado and Nebraska, Peale also observed the local Native American tribes, which included the Apache, Cheyenne, Comanche, and Shoshone. In 1873, Titian revisited the subject of Indians in Buffalo Hunt on the Platte (above). Even as late as 1873, when the Indian Wars still raged in the American West, Titian still paints the Native Americans with scientific objectivity, neither lionizing nor demonizing them. Although Titian remains a realist, there’s a great painterly sense of rhythm in Buffalo Hunt on the Platte. The intervals of the mountains strung across the backdrop beat a counterpoint to the composition of the slanted planes on which the Indians hunt their prey. Titian himself was a skilled hunter, so he fully appreciated the difficulty of hunting buffalo and acknowledges the talents and, thus, the humanity of these tribesmen.


Titian joined the United States Exploring Expedition, 1838-1842 led by Lt. Charles Wilkes. Sailing the South Pacific as the expedition’s chief naturalist, Titian saw and painted a whole new world of natural wonders, including the active Hawaiian volcano Kilauea (above, from 1842). The fiery depths of Kilauea and the billowing dark clouds above the crater make it seem like a vision from hell in Titian’s hands. Titian Peale went on to become a pioneering photographer in America and belonged to the first photography club in the country. Later, Titan assisted his nephew Coleman Sellers in developing the Kinematoscope, an early version of the motion picture projector. Although Titian Peale was the youngest of Charles Willson Peale’s children, he may have been the closest to his father intellectually in terms of ranging far and wide in his need to see the world and capture it in images, whether using a brush or the latest technology, such as photography. As with his father, only death itself could stop Titian Peale’s exploration of the world.