LivingSpaces

This is the studio of Francis Bacon, artist, 1909-1992 originally in London but totally moved to the Hugh Lane Gallery in Dublin, Ireland his birthplace.  The following  wording from the Hugh Gallery is a better description of the relocation activity than I could ever put together:


"The Hugh Lane Gallery removed the contents of Francis Bacon's studio at 7 Reece Mews ,London, in August 1998. This operation was conducted with the assistance of a team of archaeologists who mapped the space, and tagged and noted the positions of the objects. The reconstructed studio features the original door, walls, floors, ceiling and shelves. Over 7,000 items were found in the studio and these were catalogued on a specially designed database before their replacement in the studio. The Francis Bacon Studio Database is the first computerised archive of the entire contents of a world ranking artist's studio. Every item in the studio has a database entry. Each entry consists of an image and a factual account of an object. The database has entries on approximately 570 books and catalogues, 1,500 photographs, 100 slashed canvases, 1,300 leaves torn from books, 2,000 artist's materials and 70 drawings. Other categories include the artist's correspondence, magazines, newspapers and vinyl records."



He was not a particularly neat person and was never married -- big surprise!
I don't much care for his artistic works; they appear to be reflections of the disorganization in his life, or at least in his studio.  More on Mr Bacon  here.

This is one of the more appealing (to me) of his works.  This  could hang on our wall for awhile, probably in a hallway, where it wouldn't become tiring. That criteria seems to be how I would judge an artistic work: how long could I look at it without it reaching the point where I would no longer see anything new in it.

 This sepia photo by Timothy O'Sullivan about 1872 when he traveled with an expedition to document and explore the western lands.  I like the hats they wear (where did those come from); and the bow and arrow of the guy in the front row.


Some libraries I have been in offer "art" on loan.  Seems like a good idea although have never done it. How about a hanging frame which could display selected pictures, or even moving designs as with a fractal presentation ever changing in color and evolution.  Ultimate impermanence . . .  .

I wonder what would be the factors in deciding what to put up on the wall and how long to leave it there?

Stasis

Watching: the recorder, the lover,  goddess as part

as time goes on the past looks quaint
but the present will look quaint to the future
the progression of life must be viewed as a flow
yet we are here in the present trying to understand
 maybe help from the observers?

Chagall  "Red Roofs" 1954   from:   poets

Sleeping lady in peace

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 I couldn't help but add this to my post.  This is my grandmother and her sister (on the right) in a pre-1915 REO -- I think.  Notice the position of the steering wheel on the right side.  I am told that, until 1915 they were placed such to allow the driver to avoid the ditch on the side of the road and keep the car on solid ground.  Also note the wooden wheels, and lantern which could be taken off to guide one to the house after dark.  This would have been Sandstone, Minnesota I am guessing since that's where she lived.

 Why do old photos and films seem simpler and more basic in their honesty?

Spiral Gyra

Spreading out,  unwinding, expanding to explore and live.

A fractal I made.

 

  

A spiral galaxy , as is the milky way of which our solar system is a part;  way out on the edge are we.

The older stars are nearer the center with younger stars (ours) way out.  So we are the searchers, out on the edge spreading out into the  vast nothingness of the universe.

But how do we report back?

Flashback

At a distant time ago, maybe pre-Hadean I may have come --

hot rocketing in   in a rock knocked loose from a distant planet under a different sun
thermal-shock explosion from earth impact with swampy  liquid,  the fossil exposed
to be an organic molecule -- maybe many.  A seed.    A friend in the sea of possibilities.

Hence life as plants, animals, souls,  reproducing, dividing,  developing, changing, adapting over 4.7 billion years
blossomed , came and went, and experimented with the laws of life.

A tendency toward kinship develops  --- a feeling that we are one, joined to the past and each other somehow.

But I am not that special
It could have been you!