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Clip Art: Surprised Teen Boy Close-Up
Clip Art: A Winged Griffin About to Take Flight
How I Made a Photorealistic Image Using an Artificial Intelligence Image Generator
Discover the Difference Between Raster and Vector Images: Clip Art Fun!
Aesthetic Thursdays: A.I. Art Made by Dall-E 2 — A Gallery of Images
Celebrating the Lunar New Year of the Rabbit: On an Outing to the Metropolitan Museum of Art
|Dragon Dancers |
from Long Island
|A museum docent talks about a|
16th-century Buddha sculpture from China.
Aesthetic Thursday: "You Got Color, Girl?" Chroma Exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art
|Greig poses in front of a young Marcus Aurelius in the |
Ancient Greek and Roman wing of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City.
|Marble head of the youthful|
Marcus Aurelius ca. C.E. 138.
But go to a museum today, and you see staid marble and what appears to be a vast collection of grays, browns, and three-dimensional black and white photographs. But the pigments and paints decay. And the weathering of the seasons and the march of time have made most color drain away.
But the coloration is still there, in small traces — which the Chroma exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art has attempted to recapture — to see ancient artworks in color again. Alas, you won’t see the now lost statue of Zeus at Olympia, but you will see that same artist’s head of Athena, which at one time had ebony eyes. I especially liked the bronze warriors. And the Sphinx in color was fantastic.
If you have a moment and you are in New York — take a moment and experience these reconstructions done by Prof. Dr. V. Brinkmann & Dr. U. Koch-Brinkmann. @metmuseum @metgreekandroman
|Reconstruction of a marble portrait of the |
Emperor Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus,
known as Caligula, Variant B.
| Reconstruction the bronze statue from the Quirinal in Rome of the so-called Terme Rule.  Reconstruction of bronze Riace Warrior (mid-view detail).|
Clip Art: Bust of the Olympian God Zeus (Jupiter)
|Bust of Zeus|
Aesthetic Thursday: People Who Found Their "Twin" in Old Paintings
Why I Love TikTok Content Creators (And So Should You) — And a List of Zany TikToks I Found
It’s possible that this edit is rather basic. But it's relatively early TikTok. I like the use of color and fashion and the sheer fact that the guy is having a lot of fun. And that's quite a mess for one less-than-thirty-second video.
7. The Five Minute Bathroom Break
9. The Smiling Boy
10. The Histrionic School Lunch Lady Performance
11. It's Got To Be the Sweater
Brief Philosophical Thought: On Everydayness and How to Live One's Life to the Zaniest
In this post, I tussle with Martin Heidegger's concept of "everydayness," — all the while having fun in the town of Catskill, New York (Why, not?!).
Put your feet in the air!
Martin Heidegger has this idea he calls everydayness. It’s a complex idea to explain, but somehow it has been on my mind. Everydayness is a condition of being in the world — with its routines, habits, conventions, etc. Let’s call them societal norms. And let’s further say societal norms were constructed to form a modicum of order and stability in living with others. Please don’t take my fish sticks, or I’ll murder you and all your kin. No one has time for that foolishness. So everydayness has its merits. But, then, it’s a tricky business when those same societal norms constructed to protect and carve out stability can also have the light effect of destroying freedom of self. Everydayness is being in a world where one is so caught up in the mundane busyness of living that one forgets how to live. For me — I feel a break from everydayness when I travel. When I’m not plugged into the typical 9 to 5 life. But something is terrifying about breaking away from everydayness. Because to break away from everydayness is to be authentic. And authenticity is most terrifying for one when one doesn’t know how to live outside the habits and conventions laid out for one. To wake up with nothing on one’s schedule, no one calling, no emails to answer, nothing demanding conformity — what’s left is the empty well of the self where authenticity is carved out. So I stick out my tongue. Get caught in the rain. Sit by the river. And feel the ache. The terror of being alive. Because life is so damn limited. A quick breath of air. Poof. You’re gone. What am I to do? And no — the answer is not in any advice or life coach’s guidance. I don’t know the answer. But at least let’s try.
Wag your tongue. Catskill, New York populates its street corners with quirky cat sculptures. Cosmic Cat Kiss me, Kate!
Feeling Kinda Heated in a Heatwave — A Solo Adventure to Washington State (And How I Was Almost Stuck Without a Ride at a Safeway in Monroe)
|Feeling heated in Seattle|
The theme of my post is weariness. I hiked, and I walked, and I explored random parts of Seattle. Do you see the face of Greig? He’s bone-weary.
I’m not used to such locomotion. But I feel like the photographs capture the mood of the day — sultry, hot, relentless. A boy on the bus this morning played a Schecter electric guitar. And then told me a rational argument for gun ownership (although privately, I think to myself I’d never owned a firearm).
|A Glorious Patch of Wild Flowers|
At night the stars beam, and I feel restless. I consider the prospect of living in a rural area like the mountains of Washington State — “Fun to visit. But I prefer New York.” I gather my things in the motel room — today, I board the train again.
|Early Evening in the Suburbs|
|Bus Stop Near Everett|
Paint Night: We Did Van Gogh's Sunflowers
I’m no Van Gogh. I have both 👂. But I love a good communal 🎨. With my collegial krewe, we paint and pass the time.
Christmas Day Photography Journal: Romantic Musings On Found Objects (And Some Tibetan-style Momo)
Inspired by the Romantics, I find inspiration in the everyday material world.
A bike covered in pigeon droppings. OK. That’s ewwwww. But. Look.
A bowl of grits, green onions, and cheesy eggs.
Me looking at art books.
A snapshot from my favorite mobile game @taptapfish.
Street Photography: 74th Street in Jackson Heights, Queens (Plus Some Creative Writing)
What was supposed to be a walk to increase my daily steps turned into a journey. People pop out. Restaurants offer outside seating. The night is crisp. Saturn and Jupiter are still visible in the sky — on the way to convergence. I wanted to get more faces in my photographs. But the moments passed by too quickly. I saw a masked guy in a cab. He was balefully looking out a window. The Q49 bus runs along 74th Street. Wear your mask.
Today in class an adolescent pupil couldn’t answer a question — so she said to me, “This question makes me feel unsafe.” I was taken aback by her statement. It’s the Covid. I imagined her shrieking out of class. By an unsafe question. I’m teaching a course on mythology. And one characteristic of myth is the unknown. So I get it, girl. Stuff gets real. From chaos to calm. From the womb to the tomb.
Aesthetic Thursday: First Time Back at the Museum of Modern Art Since Covid
That time I stepped into the Museum of Modern Art since it had closed (like all cultural institutions) its doors because of the coronavirus outbreak.
|MoMA normally has massive crowds. Not today.|
|A series of five parallelograms on view |
in a special exhibition on the artist Judd.
Christmas Season Travel Report: A Balmy Winter Day in New Orleans (And It’s My Birthday)
I’m traveling with two teacher friends of mine - Michelle and Lauren. They both convinced me it would be a good idea to celebrate Winter break and my birthday in New Orleans. So here we are at the Palace Café on Canal Street.
Photograph: Ernie Childhood Toy Spotted at the Museum of the Moving Image
Aesthetic Thursday: Marta Minujín Reloaded at the New Museum
|La Menesunda (on view at the New Museum) has several interactive features.|
Artful Photograph: Philip-Lorca di Corcia
|Photo by Philip-Lorca di Corcia (c. 1995)|
Philip-Lorca di Corcia is an art photographer. You may be familiar with di Corcia's body of work. In the early Nineties, he did a series of photographs of street hustlers in Los Angeles - charging them to pose for him at the same price the men would normally charge a client for sex.
In the above photograph, part of a series of images wherein di Corcia would photograph a banal scene (i.e., a gas station, a drug store, a hotel room) with a model who does not quite fit into the scene, the artist plays with light, setting, and storytelling.