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Chahut and daring (3)

GP Seurat: A dimanche après-midi à l'Ile de la Grande Jatte (1886)

"... you took the hair to hide the reality

under a swarm of fleas
colored or made fun of his figures Assyrian "

The Assyrian look. Look at the left and Assyrian is no better place to see for his appearance in the parade static. The vision , laughter and love make us swing like dervishes and we are unable to live in three stages over a reasonably larger than a smile. So we have to blind, to condemn or suspend care to participate in the parade. "Look your partner's neck and cover" , told me at school and in the military when we formed. Serious eye fixed on nothing. Sieg Heil! In the Assyrian situation box rhythmic step commands (in this case frozen), the pagan procession of bourgeois leisure, little by little, the workers also (on May 1, 1886, the year of the Grande Jatte, take place Haymarket riots and a year later the Second International vindicates the date as day workers).

Sometimes I envy the stopping of the Assyrian.


The look on this Sunday afternoon is miracle. La Grande Jatte is an altar to commemorate the new era of prosperity that are announced (the black and the machines work for us.) Simultaneously, their representation lives in a spasm fragility. A lightweight approach to the image we unmount the pointillist universe and everything will become a flea circus psychedelic without order or future ---- and indeed, in 1889 and 2010, peace Assyrian Sunday ritual no longer masquerade as work not only blacks and machines, but "we" are affected by rogue gear, opening up military airspace, health and happiness as a brace in an exotic trip to the set time to market speculation, the humiliation of having to show everyone how clever we are, the agenda of alienation that we, as efficient as we bore the matrix mechanics. Only one generation separates me from the hunger and rationing. I can write a miracle and see chilblains on my feet. I like the mucus in the shadow of the millions who wear the bowel in diarrhea, typhoid and cholera. We are many millions but we are not even bright spots or be expected - as Kant would say - that some boil away the pointillist color display path, shape, or look stadium Assyrians.

closer look If the image on flea bursts of light-emotional thud without music, noise prior to entering the teacher in the classroom. Only dots of light, but these points are expanded and vibrating diluted - as a body after fear or run-in the paintings of Rothko. And Rothko us back to a landscape that still do not remember ...... Though perhaps not! Why the bleeding, the need to paint red with blood and wind blade? Maybe it's a myth to assume that once that child Latvian painted pictures through the minefield of the points of color, expanding every drop in band / flag alleluia. Perhaps a Rothko painting is not a dynamic expansion point to be broken by anger and desire but only a zoom camera, a mechanical drill.

is hesitating a little and start to feel the ringing in the ears, tam tam wild Sunday afternoon. ****



The Assyrian look, the great indifference that is made flesh in the rite taken seriously, it happens to us and our jokes dull. No laughs. What immense distance between the circus and burlesque show Chalut of the two tables above that picture of the Grande Jatte! What have happened to make it look so different in the three canvases and, in turn, continue considering more than just the Grande Jatte? What happened that Sunday afternoon? Wild Amazon

dresses scientific positivism (the theory of light etc.) Mercenary forces of the Assyrian eyes, threw darts of curare on the neck of the dancers and circus strongmen, turning them into points in a precarious balance that include relaxed the triumph of the working class joined with the bourgeoisie in the park. No working on Sunday. ****



a kid had clothes just for Sundays and in that pride my brother cabinet with some of those who look to the left on the afternoon of Sunday, simulating the look Assyrian in Seurat's painting. However, before and now and then as now, I feel the deepest of depressions in the afternoon on Sunday. My soul reacted to the imposition of the holiday, the curare pseudoquietud marking the Grande Jatte, which shows the space of freedom as a hoax, a mirage junkie ... It happens that after the cessation of the members ants devour in a climate of calm on Sunday. And I feel those ants that I can not keep my legs. ****


The release like greased machine. Are not all the characters of La Grand Jette dummies yes, Olympias automata which we fall if we keep the right distance as in the story of Hoffman? If we cross the street and entered the house on Sunday broke the calm in ten thousand points and efficient gear.




Natalie Dessay, Olympia in The Tales of Hoffmann, Offenbach


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"The Panathenaic Games were Phidias a procession. I want to show the modern moving as in the friezes, reduced to its essential elements, place them in combo boxes as color harmonies through the direction of the nuances and harmonies as lines through their guidance, online ordering and color in relation to each other "(Seurat)
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Who will teach me the leap of courage?

And the stuffed monkey traps us in its tenderness. There is nothing sinister experience.
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