Art books

I have decided that I need an education in Visual history. So I have put together a list of books that I wanna read (or at least take a look to decide whether I want to really read them!). This was shamelessly culled from the art book recommendations in the Nov. issue of Artnews. Now that I have put it together, it feels a little intimidating. Please chime in if you know of a great art book that is a must read or if you have any thoughts about these books.
Story of art by E. H. Gombrich
Art and illusion by E. H. Gombrich
Foundations of modern art by Amedee Ozenfant
Passages in modern sculpture by Rosalind Krauss
Languages of art: An approach to a theory of symbols by Nelson Goodman
Other criteria: Confrontations with twentieth century art by Leo Steinberg
About modern art by David Sylvester
Modern art and the object: A century of changing attitudes by Ellen Johnson
In Praise of shadows by Junichero Tanizaki
Likeness and presence: A history of the image before the era of art by Hans Belting
Stanley Spencer by Keith Ball
Vision and design: Roger Fry
Velasquiz by Jose Ortega y Gasset
Transformations in late eighteenth century art by Robert Rosenblum
Unrelated: A list of 10 art books that you want for Christmas

Holidays

It started snowing late last night. In the morning when we woke up, everything was covered in a fesh coat of snow. Across the road, the church steeples coated in white looks very pretty. It is the shovelling snow off the windshield of your car whenever you go out that I don’t like about snowing this early.
There were very few people at work today. Most have either taken the day off or are ‘working from home’. One of my colleagues, an orthodox jew, has brought food and lights to office to celebrate Chanukah.
On sunday afternoon, there was a balloon parade in downtown. Now the trees beside the roads are all lit up in the evenings. It looks a lot more festive than east Bay are did before Christmas.
I am looking forward to watching lots of movies and catching up on reading during the long weekend.

Random links

I really need to go out of circulation and meet some rather bad deadlines. But in the meantime,
From the folks that made furniture stores sexy: Unboring
Some great locales for sex
And finally, I am glad that someone has now put together an encyclopedia of comic artists (via Purse lip square jaw)
Have a great week. I am busy for the rest of the week. I’ll be in LA from 18th to 20th. If you guys know of anything interesting going on in LA (in the evenings) during that time, please let me know.
I saw on my logs that some people had been looking for a contact page. It doesn’t exist. My e-mail address is banerjee_kaushik AT hotmail.com. I had forgotten to add the e-mail address to the template when I moved to MT last month. I had been meaning to put up an about page for almost one year!

Cavafy

I am slightly embarassed to admit that I first read of Cavafy in a spy thriller. The old and jaded, but brilliant spy master was fond of quoting Cavafy. I was quite taken by his poems. I had forgotten all about it, until I read the awesome Cavafy translations in Languagehat. Cavafy was homosexual. Some of his lyrics have homoerotic intent. It is interesting how different translators interpret that differently.
Here are the other links to Cavafy’s poems on the net:
Thrace
Barbanis
Marios

Kramer vs. Kramer trivia

Nestor Almendros in conversation with Dennis Schaefer and Larry Salvato in the book Masters of Light:

On Kramer vs. Kramer, can you comment about your aesthetic or photographic approach to the film?
..In this film, fortunately we have done things with time and research. Robert Benton wanted to come from Piero Dela Francesca, amazingly enough for a contemporary subject; but that was the painter we studied to begin this movie. We looked at a lot of frescos and books.
As the film went on, I found that the objects in the film have no connection with Pierro della Francesca; we had the colors and we tried to match the colors on the walls and clothes, etc. But, little by little, in the middle of the movie, I began to get interested in David Hockney. Then, just the other day, I was very happy to find out that David Hockney admires Piero della Francesca a lot and he actually considers himself a follower of his. So I was not that far off. I’ve been searching through David Hockney lately because he uses contemporary things like chairs, cactus in a pot, lampshades and windows; things that look like things that are in this movie. ..”

I know it is a rather old movie. But it was one of the best movies that I watched in my final year of college. I still remember it vividly. I hope to post some stuff on Hockney later tomorrow. Don’t know anything about Piero della Francesca. Incidentally, ‘Masters of Light’ seems to be an awesome book (just started it).

Vietnam war photographs

Piece unique gallery is a comprehensive collection of Vietnam war photographs by some of the most well known war photographers from that era. The photos are categorized by photographers and have accompanying photographer bios and interviews. I feel slightly uncomfortable about the shopping cart in every page.
Update: Catherine Leroy of Pieceunique reminded me on an e-mail that part of the proceeds from the sale of the prints is going to the Vietnam Veterans Assistance fund. (For some reason, she had not been able to post the comment to this post. I’ll try to figure that out when I have some time ….)

In Igby goes down, Igby tells a girl that he is supposed to go to New Jersey but has been putting it off. She says, “that’s procrastination.” He says, “Not to go to New Jersey is not procrastination.”. Now I know …
Last thursday night, driving back through New Jerse turn pike, I had pulled into into a Grover Cleveland rest area. As I backed out of my parting spot, I realized that the guy in the next spot was going to back out into me before I could drive away. I honked. In the split second that realization dawned that he was not gonna stop and I tried to reverse my truck further, he banged against my front bumper.
We both got out of our cars. I was trying hard to remain civil.
“You just backed out into my truck!”
“Oh, I am sorry! I didn’t realize …”
“I was honking all the time!”
“I didn’t hear you. …But …there is no damage.”
I pointed disbelievingly behind him where he was shielding the front bumper which had completely gone inside.
“Oh yeah, I am sorry. Didn’t realize..”
It was deserted. I said, “Let us get your insurance information first.” He said, “Yeah, sure.” Then, as I watched incrdulously, he walked to his car, quickly got inside and drove away fast.
One lone guy I hadn’t noticed before, pulled his head out of the phone booth to tell me, “It’ll take him some time to get off the turn pike. Call 911”.
this sounded like a good idea. I called 911, feeling vaguely guilty about calling since no doubt they were all busy chasing serial killers and domestic abusers. The dispatcher was brisk and efficient. She took down my location and asked me to wait for the police to arrive.
The guy who talked to me on the phone was a trucker. He was very helpful in describing what happened to the cops. In fact, he was much better at it than I was. I gave the policeman that van’s registration no and description. It didn’t look like that the cops were going to chase that idiot. He gave me a slip of paper which advised me that I can get the incident report on payment of $1.50 on money order to New Jersey state police. he looked on as I I tried unsuccessfully to pull the front bumper back and directed me to the local 24 hour garage in case I need help in getting the bumper pulled away from the tire.
I drove up to the garage. They refused to do anything short of body work. They also looked underemployed. It was almost 9 at night. I didn’t want to towed. So, I tried very hard to look in dire need of help as I kept mightily pulling at the bumper. Eventually, they got tired of the charade and straightened it out for me.
No one seems surprised to hear the story. New Jersey has the highest car insurance rate in USA (I think).
Update: Here is the NJ turnpike < a href="http://www.state.nj.us/turnpike/crash.htm">annual accident rate statistics. It doesn’t look too bad.

Kieslowski’s movies

I watched Blue last week. And White. And Double life of Veronique.
I was left depressed by White. I had watched ?Red? first (Yeah, I know). So I made the wrong assumption that Keislowski is essentially an optimist at heart. But ?White? brought out the pessimist in Kieslowski. In the end, it left me disturbed the way ?One flew over the cuckoo?s nest? did. There is no redemption in either.
I felt Tadeusz Miczka reached closest to the truth in his appraisal of Kieslowski:

?In Kie?lowski’s opinion there is neither liberty nor equality in the world. Nevertheless, mankind should try to make those ideas unforgettable and he should even try to find a way towards them. That is why the films, ? reflected the reality full of axiologic confusion, where new values can be created only by means of individual attitudes. And this is the reason why the symbolism of colours in the title was filled with ambiguity?

He was shaped by his experiences in communist Poland in which he grew up where you could try to make life incrementally better, but you could never completely escape the shackles of communism. The post communist Poland in which Kieslowski died was also deeply corrupt. Kieslowski talking about himself,

?I’ve got one pretty good virtue which is my pessimism. That’s why anything I can see is black. Really anything. The future for instance is for me you know, like a black hole. If I am ever afraid of anything I am afraid of the future… The place I am in is a bit better than the one I should be in. I was given a better place to live, you know, I sit in a better row than I really deserve.”

Yet, he seemed to had been a deeply moral man, who was tormented by his responsibilities to his viewers:

??..Any conversation involves a certain kind of responsibility on the part of the interlocutors. But let’s not blow this up. It’s still only conversation, exchanging ideas or impressions or emotions. The result is either getting a man wiser or dumber. And that’s the whole responsibility. Nothing more. I at least cannot point any better. I know, some people are convinced that arts and culture are responsible for a nation’s condition or society’s mentality. But I don’t accept this idea, I don’t feel I am responsible for anything on such levels. […] I simply don’t feel like improving or influencing anyone, shaping or pushing in a certain direction. But I know it isn’t possible in all respects for we always influence the others And this is maybe one of the reasons why I gave up making documentary films some time ago and now I give up making any films at all. […] In a document this is the question of your responsibility for how much you influence the others. If you had a camera, especially in the old political days, you were peculiarly responsible for a man you directed your camera at. [ ] And besides — everything I really think is a most important in a lifetime is much too private to make films about. It can’t be filmed. And I escaped documentary films.?

I also loved Preisner?s score for Blue. (He has a personal site here)
Incidentally, Tom Tykwer (the director of ?Run Lola Run and apparently one of Europe?s hottest properties right now) was chosen to direct the movie ?Heaven? (based on the screenplay left behind by Kieslowski). I loved ?Run, Lola Run?. But, I feel that Tykwer?s movie persona is entirely different from that of Kieslowski. I am sure he has made a royal hash of it. But with Kate Winslet in it, how bad can it get?
Don?t be surprised if I subject you again to another Kieslowski rant in a few months.