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[Oct. 30th, 2012|02:50 pm]
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In case anyone missed it at the blog:




The best part is Liam's face. Like "Goddammit, G, the second you let me go you are SO on your knees."
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In line for a number but you don't understand (like a modern man) [Apr. 14th, 2011|09:50 pm]
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That is all.

Well, on that subject. Another day spent in the Library of Congress, and this time I got to an abolitionist newspaper. As expected, it was extremely self-righteous and irritating, in the exact same measure that the Southern Dem paper was batshit insane.

And I'm pretty sure the Know Nothing Party were the Tea Party of their day. Xenophobic, Anti-immigration, Catholic hating, slavery endorsing idiots. So... yep. That's about right.

We're not on the verge of Civil War, though. So I guess we're still doing better than they were back then--which, to be frank, I did not expect.

I still might go to the historical society next Tuesday. Just because it'd be awesome, and maybe I'd find a few neat little turns of phrase. But for the most part, my work for this week is done apart from printing the covers. This is partly because I hemmed and hawed about it. If I print them myself, I can't print them to the edge--there will be a bleed. And so, I thought I'd just do the images smaller and not even try to take up the whole page--what's the point? And then I thought, what if that looks even worse?

But fuck it, I like empty space. I'm making these fucking things one at a time, here. People won't mind. Anyhow, I think I'll go pick out some card stock and do a test print tomorrow. Wondering if it's smarter to print one and do color copies on it or print them all... thinking the former. Wondering if it'll look decent.

The cover is fucking stunning, though. Even more stunning than Hansen and Sam are adorable. Which is SAYING A LOT.
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[Oct. 31st, 2010|04:20 pm]
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Hey, you know what ELSE makes me feel better?

This fucking adorable drawing of cartoon!Tom and Paul, that's what!

Shannon van Muijden did it. She has all these cartoon dandies on her profile and... well, you can see why I asked her if she was game.


Well, there's motivation to get the Resurrectionists page sorted on the website, huh? ADORABLENESS!

(See, doesn't Tommy look proud of himself? Yeeeeeah. And Paul? OMFG EXACTLY.)

I feel better already.
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I could bury you alive but you might crawl out with a knife and kill me when I'm sleeping [Aug. 7th, 2009|10:49 am]
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Other Things:

-Joe Don Baker is still made of awesome.
-I scored a bargain-priced book about witches (nonfiction stuff!) at the Natural History museum. What else burns? MORE WITCHES! (Yeah, we had to quote half the movie at that point.)
-Car was broken into, as part of what has apparently been a week-long string of car burglaries here in Yuppie Town. A neighbor heard someone else's alarm go off (ours didn't, wtf?) and called the cops, so they caught three dudes. Our window is smashed, and the Garmin gone. They left the CDs, which Nick feels is a commentary on my taste. He's probably right.
-Nick bought Sherry her first Art Book-- she fell in love with Jasper Johns (which I saw coming as soon as she said the words, "mixed media").
-Bargain book table at National Gallery yielded up a fucking fabulous catalogue of Van Dyck stuff. Obviously I do not have enough books on Dutch and Flemish baroque already, right? Right. (In my defense, none of them are specifically on Van Dyck-- which is just wrong.)
-Also got a little overview of Botticelli's most famous stuff since I was all high from having seen my favorite portrait of his upstairs*. Also, Malphus's vanity requires recognition after he did me a good turn this week. (Really nice reproduction of Madonna of the Magnificat in there, and that's him!)
-Gotta go get the car window fixed today. Fucking irritating!
-La Boheme today, and Megan's going to come with us too, since she's in town from San Francisco for the week for a conference, so yay! Now, let's hope they fix the car window before it's time to go...

* )
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and what have you done? [Dec. 24th, 2008|02:54 pm]
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They say that pets start to take on their owners' personalities. I'm starting to believe it. Lucy the Mutant Cat is obnoxious and never shuts up, for one. And now this.

There are several piles of books around my desk right now (they didn't all fit on the printer anymore, which is where they were before), and one of the last additions was the lone Michelangelo pictorial I picked up at the Nat. Gallery the other day, for visual reference when I decide to read The Agony and the Ecstasy. Tara was going through it so it's just kind of sitting behind my chair unnoticed, on the floor.

I turned around last night to find Lucy in deep contemplation over it:

Lucy's Learned Commentary on the Sistine Chapel Ceiling )

Cats are fucking weird, man.

Happy Christmas Eve, if you're into that!
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I feel like this requires a Franz Ferdinand song, for some reason... [Dec. 16th, 2008|06:55 pm]
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Okay, be serious.

This is Caravaggio's John the Baptist, painted for a private patron (which is why it can be nude-- the church was stamping out anything classical-looking at the time, which of course included the nude form, be it male or female) in honor of said patron's son, named for this particular Saint. It is not a conventional depiction of J the B by any stretch of the imagination, although the overt iconographic elements necessary for J the B are there apart from the cross/walking stick thing-- instead he has the ram, which represents Christ very often in paintings, particularly of this saint, and his hair shirt is there, if discarded in favor of C. showing off.

Cut for laughing naked boy/saint, since nudity implies perversion, apparently. )

The oddities are in the amazing composition, interlocking figures and the way his near leg, the plant, and the discarded coat come out into your space, and in that he looks like a real person, a boy who worked as C.'s assistant and model, and would have been blatantly recognizable to everyone, as opposed to something idealized and generalized into divinity. This was a stunning departure from Art At The Time and a typicality of C.'s. But the nudity wasn't remarkable to the collector who commissioned it, nor to the tons of people he prided in showing it to.

It's a gorgeous, engaging, honest, funny painting.

So, questions for you:

1. Does his smile look "insolently sexy" at all?

2. Would you call this a "taunting irreligious fuck me John"?

3. Did you just throw up in your mouth a little when you read those last two questions?

Be serious, really.

My thoughts )

Right, so, sometimes I just get overexcited about art. Or, all the time. Whatever, my point stands! The rest of the book is pretty cool, actually-- I wouldn't even mind some speculative link of this sort as part of the case for C. being a big old dirty pederast and criminal of other kinds-- which he was, as a matter of fact. But I don't see this as evidence, man. I think it's like saying I'm a cannibal for lovingly detailing scenes of blood-drinking in my fiction.

Only worse.

Or do I just like the paintings so much that the stunning realization that they might mean something so awful to someone else bothers me? Like people slashing Snape and Malfoy bothers die hard crazy Snape lovers (who aren't into pederasty)? I can't imagine. If it were so obvious, I'd think I'd be one of the first to catch on.

But hey. I guess that's the best thing about art-- that it takes you AND the painter to figure it out.
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to get behind the sun and cast my weight [Dec. 15th, 2008|04:06 pm]
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Ugh I didn't count on how awful it would be to be finished editing and not be writing anything at the same time.

Last night I was twitchy as hell, so I started reading the Caravaggio novel with real intent to finish soon, as opposed to my former lazy pace when I had Other Stuff to Do. It's as historically accurate as it can be, but there's not enough documentation to really justify a novelization of his life and inner thoughts/motivations, so there's a lot of speculation going on. Mainly things like "mute longing" and frustration, extracting too much from his loving depiction of boyish collar bones and female prostitutes as saints. I decided to try it side by side with the Complete Works book I got last month, so I'd have full color huge illustrations to help, not to mention a second, less biased opinion on the life and circumstances behind the works so carefully described.

It's amazingly fun. But there comes a point where you're so involved in something like this at 4am, and your eyes start closing on their own but you really don't want to go to bed. That's when you look up and realize, "Oh my god, I'm a such a fucking nerd."

This is my idea of a good time. Full disclosure.
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you just haven't earned it yet, baby [Dec. 2nd, 2008|06:03 pm]
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I've had many adventures in the last two days because Irene came to do a Fulbright thing and stayed with us, yay! There was the Smithsonian Portrait Gallery, Gordon Biersch, lots of Bombay and Black Bush, X-Men: Evolution, and a too-early morning on the Metro (er, because of the Bombay and Black Bush, admittedly)!

Then I spent today in the National Gallery. They had a fucking fabulous exhibition of Jan Lievens stuff, which of all Dead White Guy exhibitions was really the best thing I could wish for. (Barring, like, Picasso. But I hadn't seen any of this guy's stuff in person before so it was huge for me. And I have that Dutch Baroque thing. It's a big thing. Really.) So I did that one, had lunch, read some, and spend the rest of the afternoon wandering through galleries, picking up the little info-card things, then sitting on the couches and reading them before I walked around the room checking out the paintings. I got through all the Northern stuff (Germany, Holland, Belgium) and part of the Italian stuff before it was time to catch the train back.

Also, I got new decorations. Behold the newest additions to the Katey Gallery:

It's right above my little white board/cork board setup so I can have him for inspiration at all times.

God, I love that man.

Aaaand I got a book about Michelangelo (Bounarotti)-- one of those sorta biographical novel things. Which reminds me I never did finish the one I have about (Michelangelo) Caravaggio. Hmm, perhaps an art reading spree before I launch into my Heyer/Regency month...

So there is the reason for my not blabbing on and on about writing stuff so far this week. I actually did stuff. I'll bet I could knock you down with a feather.

Also, the test read of Camp Town from Megh seems to have gone well. I'm so relieved I almost want to cry. Well, not literally, but you know what I mean!

Too happy. Gonna go make mac and cheese now. (Yeah. Baked. Dude.)
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this is what I am, I am a man (so come and dance with me, Michael) [Jun. 5th, 2008|06:12 pm]
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[Current Music |Franz Ferdinand - 40']

Excuse me while I have a Franz Ferdinand dance party as I hang pictures/do post move cleaning. *turns music down... finally* My neighbors better get used to it, I guess.

That said, my Lichtenstein prints came today!! Eeeee!!

Pop Art in the Living Room )

I got most of the stuff for my office, but I'm still waiting on one last ElfQuest print. IMPATIENTLY.

*pours a gin and tonic*

*goes back to dancing to Franz*
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