obsessed with bauhaus

obsessed with bauhaus

Continuing with the theme of systems.. Serial Project 1 (ABCD), Sol Lewitt, 1966 “LeWitt’s three-dimensional grid sculptures, in contrast, are self-referential, rooted in logic and reality, and governed by mathematical instructions that objectively organize space.” -from The Pace Gallery’s press release for Jensen/Sol LeWitt: Systems and Transformation, an exhibition that ran from January 13 till February 11, 2012. I have recently began exploring the relationship between cities and the growing necessity and urgency of environmentalism and sustainability, and it is integral to view the city as a system (or as a “system of systems,” an apt expression articulated in the article that lead to the discovery of the quote in my previous post). I am interested in the potential relationship between the ideas and visual explorations of LeWitt’s grids and the ever-changing, certainly more spontaneous but no-less planned or logical grids of the (American, global?) city.

Continuing with the theme of systems..

Serial Project 1 (ABCD), Sol Lewitt, 1966

“LeWitt’s three-dimensional grid sculptures, in contrast, are self-referential, rooted in logic and reality, and governed by mathematical instructions that objectively organize space.”

-from The Pace Gallery’s press release for Jensen/Sol LeWitt: Systems and Transformation, an exhibition that ran from January 13 till February 11, 2012. I have recently began exploring the relationship between cities and the growing necessity and urgency of environmentalism and sustainability, and it is integral to view the city as a system (or as a “system of systems,” an apt expression articulated in the article that lead to the discovery of the quote in my previous post). I am interested in the potential relationship between the ideas and visual explorations of LeWitt’s grids and the ever-changing, certainly more spontaneous but no-less planned or logical grids of the (American, global?) city.

"The real intelligence of cities lies in the almost miraculous, unstable, spontaneous order of city life. The social relationships between people generate the functional intelligence of cities. Imperfect, conflicting, disastrous at times, always open to improvement. Technology only facilitates certain processes, and the logic of collective life will defeat any attempt to implement systems that exceed the required level of sophistication."
— http://www.ateneonaider.com/blog/manu-fernandez/intelligence-city-streets
Writer Rebecca Solnit’s phrenological renderings of San Francisco.

Writer Rebecca Solnit’s phrenological renderings of San Francisco.

The island dreams under the dawnAnd great boughs drop tranquillity;The peahens dance on a smooth lawn,A parrot sways upon a tree,Raging at his own image in the enamelled sea.Here we will moor our lonely shipAnd wander ever with woven hands,Murmuring softly lip to lip,Along the grass, along the sands,Murmuring how far away are the unquiet lands:How we alone of mortals areHid under quiet boughs apart,While our love grows an Indian star,A meteor of the burning heart -William Butler Yeats

The island dreams under the dawn
And great boughs drop tranquillity;
The peahens dance on a smooth lawn,
A parrot sways upon a tree,
Raging at his own image in the enamelled sea.
Here we will moor our lonely ship
And wander ever with woven hands,
Murmuring softly lip to lip,
Along the grass, along the sands,
Murmuring how far away are the unquiet lands:
How we alone of mortals are
Hid under quiet boughs apart,
While our love grows an Indian star,
A meteor of the burning heart

-William Butler Yeats

(Source: uoa, via herecometheblood)

my favorite of the last 10 years

weerasethakul:

Morvern Callar (Lynne Ramsay, 2002)

I too lived—Brooklyn, of ample hills, was mine; I too walk'd the streets of Manhattan Island, and bathed in the waters around it; I too felt the curious abrupt questionings stir within me, In the day, among crowds of people, sometimes they came upon me, In my walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed, they came upon me. 

I too lived—Brooklyn, of ample hills, was mine;
I too walk'd the streets of Manhattan Island, and bathed in the waters around it;   
I too felt the curious abrupt questionings stir within me,   
In the day, among crowds of people, sometimes they came upon me,   
In my walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed, they came upon me.

(Source: uptowning, via herecometheblood)

"…while all the other arts were born naked, this, the youngest, has been born fully clothed. It can say everything before it has anything to say. It is as if the savage tribe, instead of finding two bars of iron to play with, had found, scattering the seashore, fiddles, flutes, saxophones, trumpets, grand pianos by Erard and Bechstein, and had begun with incredible energy, but without knowing a note of music, to hammer and thump upon them all at the same time."
— Virginia Woolf on the emergence of film, The New Republic, 4 August 1926, pp. 308-10
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