Friday, 11 February 2011
The people you love become ghosts inside of you and like this you keep them alive
The trees are arranged in vague semi circles halfway through the day you look up and there they are again those aluminum verticals and their rhythm against the weak sky how will you get through til lunch with the television telling you the same thing every twenty minutes things that stay real you say are all you really want now and you think you would protect those things if you could find them and carry them cupped in your hands gently like a shivering bird
The flood will lift the ghosts from the Hollywood lawn cemetery and they will disappear like ether in the now dead air. All the names will be erased from the billboards and the theatres and the piers and the magazines and the monuments. You live by myths of immortality, and your myths are not safe.
The slow disappearance of meaning and truth
The spectacle of advertising creates images of false beauty so suave and so impossible to attain that you will hurt inside and never even know where the hurt comes from, and in all pictures now the famous people have already begun to look lost and lonely
Whenever you see the sun reflected in the window of a building it is an angel
Memories of Mediterranean flowers in the streets of New York helicopters up there every morning above the water towers there is not silence only when the light is golden enough to make the buildings read as landscape/ every morning now some of the things you love will always be behind you
Thank you to everyone who entered the Sofia Barao giveaway, and thanks again to Sofia for providing the beautiful necklace. The lucky winner is ... Rina! Congrats Rina! I'll be in touch with you soon.
I recently discovered the work of artist Robert Montgomery. He describes himself as working within "a poetic and melancholic post-situationist tradition" and his billboard-style art often "hijacks" advertising space to highlight the absurdity and complexity of modern life. I've repeated his words below each image because I feel like they almost have to be repeated over and over again, like ads, in order for them to complete their meaning.
What I'm particularly drawn to about his art is the way that it highlights how fleeting our existence is and yet, how we continually seek to create a sense of permanency, transcendence and immortality. I also think his words are a form of modern poetry, taken beyond the context of the pages of a book. His artwork is often encountered by people going about their daily lives, unawares. It is not set within the confines of an art gallery or exhibition, it is literally, "lived" art.
This is a concept I would love to see extended into other forms because I think art is viewed as inaccessible by so many people I talk to, when one of its primary functions is actually to engage with everyday life and make us appreciate the experience of living in a more self-aware manner. This probably sounds optimistic and a bit idealistic but hey, I think we all need a good dose of that every once in a while. I find it ironic that an artist who describes his work as melancholic can inspire such enthusiasm and optimism in me.
P.S. you may or may not have noticed that I'm now one of the writers for Desktop Magazine Online. Please feel free to pass along any arts or design-related info to me, I'd be happy to hear from you. Have a great weekend everyone.
All images © Robert Montgomery.