Just watched: The Adventures of Prince Achmed (1926) by Lotte Reiniger. It’s the oldest surviving feature-length animated film. Come for the historical interest and the opportunity to behold an impressive, highly original silhouette animation technique. Stay for the surprising way, despite the poverty of the plot, that the shapes of these silhouettes and the herky-jerky yet magical way they move resonate with and reflect at some semi-conscious level the way you you live, move, and have your being.
Carla, a middle schooler, and I collaboratively created the above design for our local municipality. KB Offset printed it, and it now stands as an 8' × 4' banner posted along PA-26 outside the township administration building.
Here’s the municipal webpage on the subject of College Township’s sesquicentennial.
Carla, man.
That’s a scan of a pen-and-watercolor cartoon she is sending to the captain of the sailboat she and her dad piloted this past summer from Bermuda to Connecticut.
Judy Chicago
American, b. 1939
Three Faces of Man, 1985, from PowerPlay
Sprayed acrylic and oil on linen
54 × 108 inches
I saw this large set of three paintings today on my first visit, along with Aaron and Carla, to the new Palmer Museum of Art. It isn’t the first time I’d seen the work, but it is the first time the work arrested me. The artist apparently means it as a comment on the limited yet borderline violent range of emotions she sees 20th-century men as constrained to display. And while I applaud her comment (and doubly applaud her application of it to the Kavanaugh hearings), that’s not how I took it. Instead, it halted me as depicting the almost sublime power of very expressive emotion. I sympathized with its intensity. While I’m not known for big emotions, I am often, as my daughter has put it, “too facey;” that is, I am known for having an intensely expressive face. And I even feel like I hold back! I often wish I could be more freely intense in my facial and verbal expression without intimidating others.
Maybe that makes me the very man upon which Chicago is commenting.
Less weightily, I also found the work to be cause for celebration because, me being a sometime dabbler in theatre, I see in it a charmingly intense variation on Sock and Buskin. 🎨
Might makes blight. ✏️ 🎤 🎵
This.
He who hurries his footsteps errs, indeed. Spurty much? This reminds me a me. It is such a joy to exercise my spurty strength, but it is often a mess afterwards. I should not act like this, as funny as it is.
This made me think of Carla.
I am Calvin’s mom. And Calvin is my underpowered id.
Wow, Wikipaintings.org! The children spent about an hour on top of the piano viewing photos of paintings and sculptures, including probably one too many nudes. It was prompted by our playing with Mr. & Mrs. Potato Head reminding me of Picasso.
But wow, Wikipaintings!
Carla drew the above Mr. Funny collaboratively with the kids. We all thought it hilarious.
Alas, the rest of my day was tiring. At DiamondBack, I’m working on hooking up our contact-us forms to Salesforce via something they call “Visualforce.” And at home, I’m about three million miles away from finishing the Choral Society website.
Web development feels more and more like writing formal papers, the bane of my academic career.
But then, it is by definition always easier to enjoy the facile, isn’t it? Let’s face it: I just don’t like projects whose work isn’t like water falling down a sluice.
Above is a drawing of a cardinal Carla did for the front of a Christmas card for the Wendles. She is so good.
She is also pretty sick. Ibuprofen allowed her to enjoy the party at the Wendles’ house this evening while the I and the sick or recovering kids stayed home, ate homemade pizza, read books, and listened to tunes. But boy, did it wear off when she returned home. Lord, may I be a sympathetic, brotherly, kindhearted husband tomorrow.
The front cover of a birthday card Sullivan drew for Cassie’s birthday. Featuring a black-capped chickadee drawn from a photo.
Meet “Muffler,” a robot Sullivan painted on our living room wall (with Mommy’s permission).