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Pursewarden’s advice to the budding artists

In the Alexandria Quartet, the author Pursewarden asked the children of the literary group at the Jewish school to write down three things in the notebooks might help them some day if they didn’t forget them. Here they are:

  1. Each of our five senses contains an art.
  2. In question of art great secrecy must be observered.
  3. The artist must catch every scrap of wind.
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Avis de Coup de Vent sur les Poulains

My brother and his wife gave me this nice poster last year. Now it hangs above my computer, and I have checked up a little on its story:

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The shot was taken by the photographer Philip Plisson from a helicopter on 24 November 1996, and the island we see is Belle-Isle-en-Mer, off south Brittany’s coast, and the name of the lighthouse is Les Poulains. Apparently the the wind was blowing up to 72 knots (130 km/h speed) at the time.

Isn’t it a magnificent shot full of life and strength…? It certainly inspires me to do great work at the computer. :-D

An Artist

A friend of mine called me an artist some days ago. I responded spontaneously that I’m not an artist, and that because I do not perform my own plays or songs. Until now I have only played other playwrights’ plays and performed other musicians music.

I really would like to become a real artist, and am working hard on finding my own creative voice.

The show is over. The audience get up to leave their seats.

The Show is Over... For about 10 years a favourite work of art of mine has been hanging at a friend’s place, as I didn’t have a place of my own. When I was in Sweden over the midsumer weekend I got it back and it now hangs in my own apartment here in Geneva, from this morning.

The artist is the New Yorker Christopher Wool and the statement in the painting is lifted from Greil Marcus’ social commentary, Lipstick Traces, and is a definition of nihilism:

The show is over. The audience get up to leave their seats. Time to collect their coats and go home. They turn around. No more coats and no more home.

It makes me think of how important it is to live in the present, so that at one point in the future you won’t wake up and realize that most of your life is gone…