In part to prove I still have a sense of humor, such as it may be, I offer some theatre and refreshments for your enjoyment. Perhaps some of you will find Amy Goodman’s interview with Peter Schumann, founder of the Bread and Puppet Theater, as delightful as I did. Or not. Schumann’s references to his own bread baking reminded me of poems I wrote for brulionmann as a result of his complaints about the state of bread–and cream– so it seemed like a great combo read meal deal.
menu:
bread poem
Band music for The Shatter
interview in three parts
short puppet clip
long variety show
cream poem
bon appetit!
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i——i
“crisis bread”
“no money for a bread, we call that ”crisis” ~ brulionman
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world wide tragedy
is bread
state of bread = bitch fest
gimme some goddamn real pita,
hell, some hemp too
a boatload of naan and a frying pan, please!
a plate of roti
crisp, crunchy Italian
I’ll even take a loaf of stinky sourdough
anything but this damn white mish mash hash gumshoe shit
cornbread? really? wtf are you trying to pull on me?
bring on the challah,brioche, lavash
toss some tortillas and frybread drill team style
I’ll sell my soul for a true French baguette
a full-bodied Polish rye with some style
German pumpernickel with pump not pap
throw a roll at the wall and watch the plaster fall
“Fields in the Month of June” by Charles-Francois Daubigny is one excellent reason to visit France via an art exhibition at a museum in the American midwestern state of Missouri, the Nelson-Atkins. Who knew there was great art in and flowing through Kansas City, the home of a basically defunct public school district? Ouch, irony’s knife-edge is getting a tad sharp these days. No matter, the point of this missive is the wonderful art that has come to visit from October 19, 2013 to February 9, 2014. The sheer size of “Fields in the Month of June” surprised me, as did the dimensions of a number of the other pieces you often view in print and sometimes online. There are the LARGE Daubigny and Dore pieces to a small round photograph of a local regional girl in this exhibition. This serves as a certain metaphor for the entire show–large scope rendered with precise attention paid to small details in the same way painters used photographs to enhance their depictions of whatever was catching their image loving eyes. It’s all absolutely delicious eye feasting as far as I’m concerned.
The number one reason, in my opinion: Gustave Dore’s “Deer In a Pine Forest” (Vosges) 1865. Which seems to have disappeared from cyberspace since I first found a version of it to serve as a tempting main course. In lieu of that incredible image itself, just toss the red figure out of the image below, darken the light, heighten the trees, give the huge painting a wall to own all by itself and you’ll have some notion of why Dore’s painting alone is worth paying the price of admission to the current exhibition at the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art: Impressionist France, Visions of Nation From Le Gray to Monet. Note: “Figures by a Woodland Stream,” shown below, is not on display. But it gives a decent notion of the painting that you can almost walk right into-though I wouldn’t turn my toes out of this one either. No way.
The exhibition concentrates on mid 19th century France’s city-scapes, forests, rural areas, trains, water-scapes, artists and the people they painted–no, not the wealthy upper classes wanting their fashionable personages preserved for posterity, but such as “Washerwomen of the Breton Coast,” 1870 by Jules Breton. Oh, yes, the washerwomen are another major reason to catch this exhibition. There’s also Breton’s “The Wounded Seagull,” 1878 and his wonderful take on his wife, “Elodie With a Sunshade”; Bay of Dourarnenez (Woman with Parasol), 1870-71. Hmm, yes, I took a fancy to Breton’s paintings. He has a way with the ladies’ eyes and how they engage the viewer. The Mona Lisa smirks. So what. She’s getting her face done by a painter while she sits around doing nothing except, possibly considering the recent gossip regarding sexual scandals. Breton’s women are not passive objects of affectation. They’re engaged in the landscapes in which they’re consciously inhabiting. They’re magnificent in their own right. Men make war. Women wash clothes. Which one really keeps the world in some state worth living in? So, got it, Jules Breton’s Women are another major reason to see this art show.
Here’s another major reason to go to the art show: a Wet-plate Field Camera w/ Dallinger lens, tripod and equipment from France circa 1870s. For all you digital camera junkies, this huge field camera is a sight to behold. Imagine hauling around over one hundred pounds of wood, glass, metal and what all else in order to take a few pictures. It’s a magnificent specimen of artistic creation you can walk around–no touching allowed–and imagine getting yourself up close to “click” this huge beast’s “buttons.” Yeah, dream on. The products of such burdensome camera beasts are also in evidence in this exhibition–and they are dazzlers in their own rights. Gustave Le Grey’s “Factory,” Terre-Noire, 1851-55, Joseph Vigier’s “Saint Sauveur, Port de Sia, Gavarnie Route,” 1853, along with the photos of Charles Nigre and the unknown photographer Giraudons Artist offer much for the eye and the intellect to consider of times and people long gone, yet glimpsed because these men turned their huge cameras’ lens towards them and pulled the imaging trigger.
Oh and there’s Berthe Morisot’s “The Harbor at Lorient,” 1869. It’s a wonderful study in light, water, white, blues and browns all rendered in the bright light of day with her sister dressed in white. It’s a gorgeous work displayed with some seascapes depicting some seaside people notions modern bikini bathers may find incomprehensible. Those are by the usual Impressionist guys.
Of course you’ll get your fix of Monet and Manet–with more of each in the permanent collection on display for nada all the time. But you will also get to meet and greet some artists you might not think of when wanting to wade into the famous “Waterlilies.” Discover Frederic Bazille, represented by his “Porte de la Reine at Aigues-Mortes,” 1867–a depiction of a 13th century gate to the city. There’s Paul Huet’s beautifully rendered lighting in “The Ruins of the Chataeu of Pierrefonds,” 1867-68. Yes, there are more than a few castles in temporary residence and they’re wonderfully depicted, complete with splashes of red and white to draw attention to the local people en route to other places beyond the paintings’ scopes.
This is a show about context of place and the place is France from her seashores to her Alps–and what a showing it is in the darkened exhibition area with plenty of something for everyone’s taste palette, in my view. There are bright lights, muted atmospheres, and quiet farm scenes complete with bovines. There are even some digitalized art books of glaciers and river scenes. The large and weighty originals rest under glass while your oily human fingers get to flip the their contemporary counterparts by running your fingertips across the glass. What a wonderful statement about the evolution of the photographic art form this is all by itself.
A very nice feature of this show is that once your ticket is bought you can enter and linger as long as you like, go forage for food, and return for another go around the exhibition as often as you care to –on the same day, of course. This isn’t set up to be a line of pushers and shovers roped off from the offerings. You can wander and loiter through the thoughtfully walled spaces with whatever engages your heart and mind–including the pieces on the prehistoric forests which no longer exist as they once did. Theodore Rousseau’s “The Rock Oak” (Forest at Forentainbleus), 1860-67.
One other very lovely surprise for me was a delightfully refreshing street scene of blues, greens and whites by Renoir, “The Grand Boulevard,” 1875. It is simply gorgeous. Go see the exhibition paths for yourself. What are you waiting for? France to come to you? This is about as close to that as you’ll get. But don’t forget, most of these images are long gone. If not for the artists, they wouldn’t exist.
Oops, I almost forgot, in this exhibit there are 125 pieces to view. That’s 125 reasons to go, at the very least. Every reason thereafter is icing on the French Impressionist Cake Walk.
An example of posting of Shepard Fairey’s ‘The Black HIlls ARE Not For Sale” as shared on Facebook page for “Honor the Treaties.” View more images on Facebook.
*photo credit unknown at this time–somewhere in Jasksonville, FL.
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While I sport no tattoo art on my own skin nor have I yet converted a public surface to a canvas I have great respect and admiration for artists who do so with bold creativity and style. Yeah, I ‘get’ the mainstream culture’s issues with the “illegal art” of graffiti and I render that about as much credibility as I do the notion of human beings being “illegal.” Shouldn’t great art increase the property value of a building or other surface that has been chosen as an artist’s canvas? I’ve seen many a bland brick wall transformed into bright beautiful living color that brings art out of climate controlled galleries and into the everyday lives of everyone with eyes willing to appreciate it. As for tattoo artists whom people entrust with their own hides for spreading ink–I’m continually impressed with their inventive ways of collaborating with the human form. It’s not a requirement to pursue either art form in order to enjoy what they offer. Even if you’re just mildly curious I highly encourage you to sneak a peek between the covers of Graffiti Tattoo, vol. 2 by Alan Ket and Don Karl aka Stone. They’ll take you around the world via introductions of tattoo artists with graffiti backgrounds who work with skin and ink from Oakland, CA to Queensland, Australia. One of my favorites is Fishero from Ostrava in the Czech Republic. I adore his incredible illusions of 3D art. Each artist speaks for him/herself about their art and personal history. Contact and online information are provided for each artist: websites, Facebook, emails and addresses. Yes, if you’re wandering about Copenhagen, Denmark, you can get some ink from Franz Jager. Marco Wagner aka Sheas can be found at Lucky Six Tattoo in Berlin, Germany. Eaz One tweets from San Jose, California. Turkesa is in Barcelona, Spain. This photographic record is lush and brilliantly vibrant. The book offers a means for viewing the global scale of arts of workaday world people. The art is as varied as the artists’ thoughts on mentoring, writing, images, drawing and life. It’s great out of the box art all around offering trains, the Pieta, Sitting Bull, skulls, dragons and much much more. See for yourself at From Here to Fame Publishing http://www.fromheretofame.com/books/tattoo2.html
Now that Wisconsin Rep. Gov. Scott Walker has publicly stated that he will not take any “calls” from Wisconsin residents, ONLY from David Koch–and impersonators thereof–it is clear what he represents and that is The Corporate Big Brotherhood–and its energy investment interests. In case you’ve missed it in the mainstream news–the Budget Repair Bill would allow UNCONSTESTED bids for selling off public energy works. What do the Koch Brothers invest in? Oh yeah, ENERGY–for example, oil. Yeah, I don’t think FOX News is going to be chatting about those connecting dots any time soon–unless that falls under FOX’s idea of a “communist plot”.
All these photographs were shot Saturday 26 February 2011 by that “Concerned Madison Parent” whose vent I recently posted.
The Serfs are Marching!
Mad-City Serfs
and they’re tripod armed!
Don't Rush Home
and it’s hard-working out-of-state but 14 Democratic Senators are doing just that.
Wild Rumpus & GOP SALE
and KOCH sales anyone?
International Brotherhood
and this ain’t local anymore.
Orwell's New Animal Farm
and what happened to George’s “piggies”?
LaFollette
and how the DEAD outshine the living. Hey, folks in Wisconsin know their state’s political history! Who taught them that?
She Jokes
and jests–or not–and very seriously too!
Just say NO to KOCH
and NO!
Hold Fast
and –yeah, follow Walker’s lead?
For Sale
and what else can we say?
Democracy is not a spectator sport.
and despite what Dictator Walker believes.
Silenced
and but not today.
Solidarity
and Wisconsin knows snow and cold and now Walker’s true colors.
Standing Room Only
and ain’t not tea at this party. Huh? Yep, no sightings reported.
Much thanks to “Concerned Madison Parent” for sharing your Cheesehead views!
Well folks this little photo essay project can’t quite seem to get any traction via my feet. So– I’m curious if anyone else has seen similar renditions of these spiritual concepts in other street art murals anywhere. Please do enjoy these images because since I photographed the originals they’ve been defaced. The mural can be found on Cesar Chavez Blvd leading into the West Bottoms in Kansas City, Missouri. Or it “could” the last time I did a drive by. Your thoughts regarding the art, the concepts, the technique, the symbols, et al, are welcome. Links to similar murals are also welcome. I find this mural very compelling on several symbolic levels. The easily recognizable Christian symbols have been given an individual twist with the corn people, spaceman, and the depiction of the people in the tree. Some things are wide open. I’m wondering about the things that are “suggested”. Anyone care to venture some speculations or hard core information?
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Bread and Puppet Theater + “crisis bread” & “crying cream dreams” = Nourishment
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In part to prove I still have a sense of humor, such as it may be, I offer some theatre and refreshments for your enjoyment. Perhaps some of you will find Amy Goodman’s interview with Peter Schumann, founder of the Bread and Puppet Theater, as delightful as I did. Or not. Schumann’s references to his own bread baking reminded me of poems I wrote for brulionmann as a result of his complaints about the state of bread–and cream– so it seemed like a great combo read meal deal.
menu:
bread poem
Band music for The Shatter
interview in three parts
short puppet clip
long variety show
cream poem
bon appetit!
)*i*(
i——i
“crisis bread”
“no money for a bread, we call that ”crisis” ~ brulionman
*
world wide tragedy
is bread
state of bread = bitch fest
gimme some goddamn real pita,
hell, some hemp too
a boatload of naan and a frying pan, please!
a plate of roti
crisp, crunchy Italian
I’ll even take a loaf of stinky sourdough
anything but this damn white mish mash hash gumshoe shit
cornbread? really? wtf are you trying to pull on me?
bring on the challah,brioche, lavash
toss some tortillas and frybread drill team style
I’ll sell my soul for a true French baguette
a full-bodied Polish rye with some style
German pumpernickel with pump not pap
throw a roll at the wall and watch the plaster fall
a crust you peel
soak soup
bathe in butter love
plate scour
gimme some goddamned real bread
Another corporate crime against humanity
wonder
hostess
sara Lee
nature’s pride
pepperidge farm
sunbeam
holsom and all the rest of the plastic bag labels
guilty as charged
baking loaves with out heart
soul-less seeds
bakery murder in the first degree
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http://brulionman.wordpress.com/2013/10/06/sobotniej-cyklozy-napad-saturday-attack-of-cycling/#comments
Some bread and butter from Yi-Ching
http://yichinglin.com/2013/10/09/buttered/
http://yichinglin.com/tag/bread/
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DeeDee Halleck
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Bread and Puppet Theatre ~ Blue Sky Puppet + Mask Dance ~ July 2012
theRedCatRed
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Bread and Puppet Circus and Pageant on Sunday, July 14. 2013
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“crying cream dreams”
cream? get real, brulionman
brulionman get a cow.
tie it to your bicycle
hand school teats
seriously, get some finger action going
community uprising cream dream
cow eats sun
din din until day done
treat those teats right
milk, cream, butter, cheese
comes one happy cow
squeeze, squirt, squish
get a Guernsey with a babe
fill a bucket
set set set
cream rises, oh hell, yeah
no, no, no to piggy fat!
real cream needs none of that!
flour? does not compute
send that shit down the garbage chute
just the cream if you please
sweet talk some butter
tease the thick from the top
sip sip sip, can’t resist
drop it in a jar
get some bike dance mojo goin’
thirty tic tocs butter glowin’
pushing creamy envelopes
cheesecloth action play
guess what you got coming days
cheese, glorious cheese
get a cow, brulionman, no bull
you want real cream
fingers gonna need some teat pull school
No, I don’t know how to get a cow to ride a bike!
You’re on your own with that, brulionman!
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