tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13713234510943173652024-03-13T16:57:52.985+01:00Mirror, MirrorM.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-80122374921377435312012-10-28T13:32:00.000+01:002012-11-04T17:29:58.664+01:00The truth about Robin Hood<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I did already mention how much I love my dad, didn’t I?</div>
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Only he can turn plain old math riddle into Mad Hatter story.
And conclude that Robin Hood is an unreasonably expensive accountant to have.</div>
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Four brothers had £45. If the first brother’s money is
raised by 2, the second brother’s money is lessened by 2, the third brother’s money is multiplied by 2,
the fourth brother’s money is divided by 2, then everyone has fair do’s. How
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So, they had:</div>
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a+b+c+d=45</div>
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And then Robin Hood came and started taking from the rich
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a+2=11.25 b-2=11.25 2c=11.25 d/2=11.25</div>
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a=9.25 b=13.25 c=5.625 d=22.5</div>
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And check: a+b+c+d= 9,25+13,25+5,625+22,5=£50.375 which is not exactly £45</div>
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Something is not right in Sherwood Forest, because I don't think mr. Hood will add his own money...</div>
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Let’s go another way:</div>
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a+b+c+d=45</div>
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a+2=b-2=2c=d/2</div>
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Starting with the first brother:</div>
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a+2=b-2 b=a+4</div>
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a+2=2c c=a/2+1</div>
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a+2=d/2 d=2a+4</div>
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a+(a+4)+(2a+4)+(a/2+1)=45</div>
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4.5a+9=45</div>
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4.5a=36</div>
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a=8</div>
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The second brother:</div>
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b-2=a+2 a=b-4</div>
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b-2=2c c=2b-4</div>
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b-2=d/2 d=b/2-1</div>
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(b-4)+b+(2b-4)+(b/2-1)=45</div>
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4,5b-9=45</div>
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4,5b=54</div>
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b=12</div>
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The easiest variant, though, is:</div>
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b-2=a+2=10 b=12</div>
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2c=a+2-10 c=5</div>
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d/2=a+2=10 d=20</div>
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Check time: a+b+c+d=8+12+5+20=45</div>
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And when everyone has the same, altogether it will be
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<b>Tag line: Robin Hood took £5 as commission fee. 11%, that capitalistic
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The boy turns 7 and he gets a poster of himself as a tiger. What does the boy do?
- runs around the house roaring! I am officially proud of myself.
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P.S. It began as a demon mask, yet turned out to be an occasional birthday card. It's good to have my inspiration back.</div>
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<b>Amygdala hijack</b> is when you have 10 kids screaming that one of them broke his arm
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I will hardly ever forget that arm lookind like a question mark; but at least I did the right thing of making him talk while taking him to his mother. Instincts, huh. And a 10-year-old memory of my own broken humerus. The kid, even is shock, did good. Or maybe he was so good because of shock but he was coherent and that helped a lot to find his mom. I bet now all the neigbourhood will trust me with their children. 'cause, yeah, nine primary-school-aged witnesses who will babble to their parents all the details. And, oh lucky me, after that they definetely listened to my 'everyone-down-from-the-trees-I-need-no-more-accidents!'
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I'll go to Hell for this but how glad I am it was not one of mine or else I shoulde've learned to put a splint and that's too much adrenalin for little me in one day.
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P.S. Aaand yes, I'm in France, yaay! My official second week of 'Tour Eifel au fromage' and so far I'm delirious.
From the day 1st it was a complete surprise and ruin of all expectations. Just as I wanted, <b>The French Adventure</b> in all its glory.
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<i>I actually don't mind the most clichéd cliché of Paris, so here, have a photo.</i>
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There is something I can do the best - crash my hopes in the beginning, sulk in the process and have a marvelous time in the end. And something I seldom try - enjoy it from the start. But frankly I don't really think that I would enjoy it so much without all this sulking and we-could-have-done-it-my-way thing.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">It's like you sit in the playground </span><strike style="background-color: white;">waiting for Batman to take you far far away, but Batman never comes, that bugger</strike><span style="background-color: white;"> and, in despair, you start playing with other kids and it actually goes just fine and you have fun. But here it comes: "Darling, we should go home" "Ten more minutes, pleeeeeease". Yeah. Or the parties, too. All the perks and crazy dance for dessert.</span><br />
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Or yeah, when you study art and on your last semester you suddenly want to change your major. Way to go, darling, should've thought before. But what a semester it was <span style="color: #666666;">*makes <span style="background-color: white;">gleaming</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">eyes*</span></span><br />
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Wait, what was I saying? Oh, I just need my ten more minutes here) Because for the whole year I was a moping fairy with<span style="background-color: white;"> no decent people around and what do you think? A week before leaving - I totally should have spoken with them more, and went to a pottery class, and discussed those smoothie recipes and practiced my French and blah and blah and blah. But hey, now I have bunch of e-mails and the whole 3 people that make me love Belgium a bit more than 3 month ago. Fair deal and invitation to visit ;)</span></div>M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-73017185389036861622012-02-19T17:11:00.001+01:002012-09-17T14:23:52.526+02:00It's just not the same...<div><span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">Finally I've been to the movies here. Just got this feeling like half a year ago when I watched Cloverfield with a friend. Which was all good, and the movie, and the atmosphere, and "Angry Birds" as a starter... <span>or was it another time? whatever...</span></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">Nostalgic again.</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">Anyway, I came across this </span><a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi2464325145/" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">trailer</a> <span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "> today with all its newsreel shaky camera and epic fights, and thought this might be good. So I went to the cinema, hoping to catch my part of a dark room, an awkward feeling of not being alone and some catharsis.</span></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>Here it comes: lots of spoilers and IMHOs.
<a name='more'></a></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>First of all, I was lucky enough to sit in some distance from the chewing public and not surrounded by teens. That gave me some peace of mind.<span> <span>'cause I just CAN'T stand them eating so loud!!</span></span></span></div><div><span><span> So, the part about dark-room-you're-not-alone is accomplished. And that's it. Nothing more. I mean, I expected something as tear-jerking as Cloverfield or Mist, but instead I've got this Spiderman's "big power - big responsibility" stuff. With some emo-cherry on the top.</span></span></div><div><span><span>Now, bout the story: a boy is bullied. Shit happens, yeah. There is another boy, extended family. Extended in a way </span><span><span><i>you're my cousin but you're weird, so I'll bring you to the party but there I-don't-know-you-you-don't-know-me</i></span></span><span>. And one more boy, the popular one. And, surprise-surprise, they get superpowers. Cool at first and then </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; ">oops, we almost killed him</span><span>.</span></span><div><span><span></span></span></div><div><span>Further, there is some <span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; ">we're-friends-we'll-help</span><span> stuff and some </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; ">leave-me-alone-I'm-a-sodding-emo</span><span> things, but, Geez, why was all this? Why to make all this epic </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; ">I-am-supreme-being-die-bully-die</span><span> final to show that emo-boy will be killed anyway? The point of dream revenge is that the victim stays to enjoy. He suffers enough in reality to be punished for punishing in his dreams.</span></span></div><div><span><span></span></span></div><div><span>Let's face it: the telekinesis thing is quite surreal but good enough for "what would I do if..."</span></div><div><span><span>I mean, all the bullied kids dream of sudden superpowers to tear out the teeth of the bullies and throw them down the roof </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">(though my thoughts involved a machine gun and Terminator)</span><span>. So, as I understand, if the movie was about "bullying is bad and having friends is good", the message failed. </span></span></div><div><span><span></span></span></div><div><span>If the message was about something else then they failed the final. What's with the final? It's a new home-made Superman. "<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: italic; ">I will help people for you</span><span>". The only surviving friend basically said: you misbehaved but I'm so good for all three of us, that's why you're dead and I'm in Tibet. And yeah, I'll save people. Nowhere without that, it's American Hero. No, the script writer should have done something with him.</span></span></div><div><span><span>And by the way, I think, the emo-boy over-suffered...He's got friends! One of them even tried to help! <b>Twice!</b>(while the other one, the Amerian-Hero-Big-Brother one, was picking up on a girl-with-the-camera. Dude's got a type, huh).</span></span></div><div><span><span>But nooo-oh, we'll kill the only friend who tried to help, we'll kill the poor emo-boy instead of putting him to the monastery as he wanted(sic!) or to the bedlam as he needed, and let the hypocrite save the world. Right. </span></span></div><div><span><span></span></span></div><div><span></span></div><div><span><span>At least those guys in Cloverfield all died for a reason.</span></span></div></div>M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-12164112233763383932011-08-23T15:29:00.000+02:002011-08-23T16:10:48.367+02:00Limitless flows of love and adoration to my fatherJust had this thought about children's love and proud of their parents. "My daddy is rich, my daddy is honest, my daddy can beat up your daddy" etc. I don't even know how to describe my own father. Really. I can't choose only one adjective to emphasize all his merits.
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<br />Because he never scolded me or sweared at me [and now I KNOW he wanted]. No matter how dumb I acted, how badly I answered back, he patiently waited my tantrum to pass. And I always apologized after... instinctively, I guess.
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<br />My mom wants that my everything would go well. My dad wants me move forvard. I want him being proud of me and though I would never be a world-famous artist, I will always paint for him.
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<br />I always tell my mother how much I love her but rarely I speak to father about how great he is.M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-4944372217134531172011-06-24T11:09:00.000+02:002012-09-17T14:22:25.926+02:00Thou come, the plush elephantThe most unexpected experience I had.... which means, never trust Oh-it-was-s-good-you-should-come exclamations...<br />Because it should have been Aida. And it was Aida, actually, but it was a madhouse Aida.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGNWNtevC7KctpSr08ykOX6XDgZMUUfDNStMvqx1Ck9u1hEt79FG0Wx-WilG1p8clx1XBze2uXAB_1VpHJuhIXI5H95t0YgfEjX1EYjHH7ISk3jxOMB0_kATWPSfcDvv3-FxWBMIl0Vg/s1600/07_mg_0578.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGNWNtevC7KctpSr08ykOX6XDgZMUUfDNStMvqx1Ck9u1hEt79FG0Wx-WilG1p8clx1XBze2uXAB_1VpHJuhIXI5H95t0YgfEjX1EYjHH7ISk3jxOMB0_kATWPSfcDvv3-FxWBMIl0Vg/s200/07_mg_0578.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621713526340771746" /></a><br /><a name='more'></a><br />I am quite tolerate to interpritations and variations of the old arts into modern context with subtle analogies, wordplay etc. But this was the proper opera in the white cubicle: I felt claustrophobic right away. It seemed like the whole bunch of heroes was put into the soft room where they had their mad dream on the famous topic...oh... Might be a probability as well...Because Radames seemed quite inscure with hit plush elephant before The Battle (which he actually was ready to and yearned for). And all his mighty self-sacrificing love to Aida was quite pale, because he constantly hugged massive mezzo-soprano Amneris (who fainted too much and acted like a filthy hooker)<br />And yeah, the celebration of Radames' victory! Crazy Infantile Praty. CIP does sound like a diagnosis.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2qH95H2gl7TQ7FcIiCpIn69isplAUM3tZxvP9t2WUwDmFblXFOz224wtRgZvo2wvuAFrr6CXgSIDzLrXc0GMAUlZFQBHJPHZmto2UX1G9DRPgyU1ryIy44bvlap91OmxNTPE3UqANYGQ/s1600/aida.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2qH95H2gl7TQ7FcIiCpIn69isplAUM3tZxvP9t2WUwDmFblXFOz224wtRgZvo2wvuAFrr6CXgSIDzLrXc0GMAUlZFQBHJPHZmto2UX1G9DRPgyU1ryIy44bvlap91OmxNTPE3UqANYGQ/s200/aida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621764363412579314" /></a><br />I conclude, how great it was that I started with Die Walküre! Now I know at least that opera could be better.M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-78221335971425962002011-06-19T08:56:00.000+02:002012-09-17T14:22:36.995+02:00Sweet tortueMy Belgic employers took me to the restaurant. As tortue it was at the beginning as wonderful it was near the end of the party.<br />The most important conclusin: <strong>etiquette books are of no help!</strong><br /><a name='more'></a><br />The first humilitation: <strong>order </strong>- the first time in the proper restaurant with peple who are EXPERTS in food (even the eldest son of 15). How am I supposed to know what is good as a starter: pigeon almond or goose liver with apples...I've never had a starter!<br />And a sauce to steak...Bearnaese...I was able to pronounce it correctly only the third time! I felt retarded T_______T<br /><br />Surprise: what is this tiny little tomato with ...erm...caramel? Why soup is in a shotglass?<br /><br />The second humilitation: the waiter took <strong>my cutlery</strong> and I sat like "Erm...sorry? Excuse me? Can I have a fork?...Pleease?...Sir?.."<br /><br />The reward: <strong>such a delicious meal</strong>! I had all the names of the dishes I tried written down:<br /><br />Amuse-bouche - this tiny tomato and soup shot came out to be an appetizer. Unexpected =)<br />Starter - Dorade with ratatouille and kus-kus. At least one word I knew (thank Pixart for the cartoon). Delicious fried fish with vegetables, in other words.<br />Main dish - Steak with Bearnaese sauce...the softest meat I tried...<br /><br />But next time I should be prepared...at least morally...M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-70842659060738773882011-06-14T18:40:00.000+02:002012-09-17T14:35:53.193+02:00A Good-Bye Letter"To leave behind everyone and simply go to Belgium..." that how was discribed my latest action.<br /><a name='more'></a><br />Like those everyone had asked me last 4 months if I was fine... If anything at all was happening in my life. Everyone had their own interesting lives, new girls, new boys <em><especially, some particular alternatively gifted friends></em> But now that I'm leaving they are composing a list of visits. Get in the line, I say)) So,<br /><br />Dear friends,<br />Thank you for considering my companionship as a remedy from your lonelyness, that's what are friends for. Thank you for not giving a shit about my insignificant depressions. If you did I wouldn't have started looking for cure myself. Thank you for your spring go-by. If you had asked, I wouldn't have liked to lie to you but was afraif of jinxing everything. Thank you for giving me no reasons to stay in this country. I was really glad being of help all these years! And, you know, I like you anyway...<br /><br />Sincerely yours,<br />Me<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE9h_Qf2tL49C0YpOAxaEgL-WmaWg8hPJnQ_HIk_Dbe3qzjYP2ux6JhrTawP6TOGPbsVCgciTPt4hhuMxInoNM1TNu1c0G4Sp51ihfj7dxcPInvGRL-Bre2fc64rP-nqi4kGsPMJvd4yM/s1600/belge.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618140232501858882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE9h_Qf2tL49C0YpOAxaEgL-WmaWg8hPJnQ_HIk_Dbe3qzjYP2ux6JhrTawP6TOGPbsVCgciTPt4hhuMxInoNM1TNu1c0G4Sp51ihfj7dxcPInvGRL-Bre2fc64rP-nqi4kGsPMJvd4yM/s200/belge.jpg" /></a>M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-37809400435473330182011-06-02T20:21:00.000+02:002011-06-04T19:09:27.460+02:00Do you take Beast...?Just finished watching <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beastly_(film)">"Beastly</a> <span style="font-size:78%;">(off-top: fighting with sudden numerous shut-offs of my <em>new </em>laptop)<br /></span>Old fairytale in the new scenery, such an inspiring picture and thrilling make-up!<br />I mostly drooled on Beast's tattoos (eyebrows rule) and Kendra's costumes and smoky eyes, 10 points to artists.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTWD1qVvVseBuO3MmrNcbfTjGD0P94tcYVssRhyphenhyphenc9D_mlwhZGxChMscb98ICvh-SKHXi2XMKQlUFk7VL8dUIZ_zWm6vlfDn-jNq-2TXBaGQHdDZnhu0_BcaryiBKRbEuoIl-LA8nofIM8/s1600/1301209753-Beastly-Promotional-Stills-beastly-film-12119719-1312-2000.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTWD1qVvVseBuO3MmrNcbfTjGD0P94tcYVssRhyphenhyphenc9D_mlwhZGxChMscb98ICvh-SKHXi2XMKQlUFk7VL8dUIZ_zWm6vlfDn-jNq-2TXBaGQHdDZnhu0_BcaryiBKRbEuoIl-LA8nofIM8/s200/1301209753-Beastly-Promotional-Stills-beastly-film-12119719-1312-2000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613714750004760482" /></a><br /><br />The story, on the other side, is the most favorite of my mindologues:<br /><a name='more'></a><br /><br /><br />As a child, I simply loved the story (and Disney's cartoon), the power of love, true sight ect. In adulthood (starting from about 15), the question was if Beauty truly fell in love with Beast (because really, she fell in love with an animal but toooooo quickly readjusted to Prince Charming) Did she know? did she hoped he would change into human? What if he didn't change at all? Left alone the laws of fairytale, she would not have managed to build a family with Beast...(just imagine the kids) As one girl said, in harsh reality Belle would have run to Gastone after a few months of family life...<br />And since <em>Beastly </em>is a "contemporary version", I was prepared to that question... But mean American cinema ruined all the fun!! The Heroine was firstly in love with the charming one and only after fell for the beast, as simple as that. I can only to mock girl's levity: doctor, decide already, either it is looks or thoughts/hearts/whatever!.. But lucky she, got both in the end. Would it be contemporary, I had expected more elaborated scenario.<br />Where is tricky psychologyangst and mindfuck?! Originally, there was a great deal of the Stockholm syndrom, pure fury and yeah, machismo... Why modern variation has only tearful confessions and acting? (he was so sweet in his anger...like "oh, cutie, don't punch the door, you're not strong enough") And really...if he wouldn't turn back beautiful, would she sayed with him long enough?..<br /><br />Anyway, I'll go find the book, at least summary promised some explanations for the Witch's existence... Hope, the scenario was ruined by the film-makers. And oh-so-much I want to read about Kendra's magic aganst the protagonist's father, as was hinted in the end =)))<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXpmhjawff9udgM2xMtwlz8pW2OyLvCXGkTk7cfJS8wSk5cU4CHxKJMqs79UOEInh_7AgSDlUv52HDdEjgfmpt_ClzWd4pCH8bC3UQ11ZP1GVHMCRevZRmSgYh0Uns355vnc5pIoOuPKI/s1600/tumblr_l23vl6RO3X1qacbazo1_500.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXpmhjawff9udgM2xMtwlz8pW2OyLvCXGkTk7cfJS8wSk5cU4CHxKJMqs79UOEInh_7AgSDlUv52HDdEjgfmpt_ClzWd4pCH8bC3UQ11ZP1GVHMCRevZRmSgYh0Uns355vnc5pIoOuPKI/s200/tumblr_l23vl6RO3X1qacbazo1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613715779410556050" /></a>M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-12234703105578704912011-05-24T09:06:00.000+02:002011-05-24T15:10:13.246+02:00Precognitive dreams, soft chairs and WalküresAbout two months ago I was persuaded into MetOpera. Sounds a bit posh, yes =)) But that's only a broadcasting from the real MO (in my case even recorded one). Anyway, the tickets were bought, because it's really exciting to watch such a famous opera, even indirectly.<br /><a name='more'></a><br />So, all that excited, I was waiting for the day X. And when I am excited, I start thinking a lot. As a result, once I woke up with a thought "Gosh, we've forgotten to go to the Opera!!!" considerind that it's 2 more weeks until the performance... And imagine a few days ago my persuadive friend to tell me she can't go! To say I was shocked is to say nothing... 5 hours of sitting alone, and no comments, no moving at all (and oh-my-god, I really got lost there yesterday, when I was looking for the exit).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjplK_FscjF56j6FqhZpYtkjWpeKlVhq2HpfwDaKkjAi7raqnWOJhDyMTYSiS2TJA_t7N3rSXrbWyKTtMKUR_iCwBvOeEM0TBu2tEAS25d6XdypHegNkMVsKiF_szIZ4ThCshxcWg0_jeQ/s1600/voigt.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjplK_FscjF56j6FqhZpYtkjWpeKlVhq2HpfwDaKkjAi7raqnWOJhDyMTYSiS2TJA_t7N3rSXrbWyKTtMKUR_iCwBvOeEM0TBu2tEAS25d6XdypHegNkMVsKiF_szIZ4ThCshxcWg0_jeQ/s200/voigt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610194799363034434" /></a><br /><br />And yes, despite all my whingeing, I went there - to the cinema - and even managed to sit 2 acts of Die Walküre and I really liked it. It was just hard to sit for so long, looking on the giant screen and trying to enjoy the art while someone 5 sits to the left was snoring soo loud... Secondly, it's totally unconvnient that it lasted for 5 hours and something. I have no wish coming back past midnight afoot (no public transport for normal people who is sleeping at night). Last but not least, the seats. Sooo soft and cozy and warm amd comfortable... Thank you very much, the action and loud music, for you started every time I was prepared to fall asleep (and failed eventually).<br /><br />As for the opera (which could have been shorter.. or at least started earlier), it was wonderful. Such a picture! Such a costumes!! And spesial effects were so special! This machine was total advancement, so smoothly built into the context... Can't say anything smart about voices, but it was as affectionate as everything else. And the love confession between Siegmund and Sieglinde - I was trembling at this part, so passionate and romantic, even though they were siblings and the whole love and law confrontation was absolutely right and unevitable. It's even hard to take someone's side: I concede Fricka's idea of penance for violation of the marriage, but those were so madly in love.... Screw Romeo and Juliette, that's the tragedy!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnX7DJi9c2x6uEwuc46kJqNpMviyutox4NqT6CeCOuNrAAFdI3jz7E1kMW0Jxvk8ncFFflaJm_g2bD0qHRk8efl4WkMmnhA19eogxNQPn4CNElLHz5qzytRhzQ1gAS6LZuK5BKN44vcHo/s1600/WALKURE_Kaufmann_and_Westbroek_0966a.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnX7DJi9c2x6uEwuc46kJqNpMviyutox4NqT6CeCOuNrAAFdI3jz7E1kMW0Jxvk8ncFFflaJm_g2bD0qHRk8efl4WkMmnhA19eogxNQPn4CNElLHz5qzytRhzQ1gAS6LZuK5BKN44vcHo/s200/WALKURE_Kaufmann_and_Westbroek_0966a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610195097302090146" /></a><br /><br />P.S. Everyone else were decent tragic heroes as well, just don't know how to praise them...<br /><br />P.P.S. I just thought, it was good experience for me, really... but still I have a feeling that I have watched a movie, very expensive and beautiful but movie. Cinema theatre is not the best place to feel the spirit, so plan to the next X years - real opera =))M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-63986713854377802382011-04-23T17:23:00.000+02:002012-09-17T14:35:00.193+02:00Essay on the Contemporary Art SeminarI just liked my essay so much, and since it's in English anyway, I'll post it here...<br /><br />And on the heels of the topic, very very suitable song =)<br /><object width="480" height="328"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x80y7k?theme=none"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x80y7k?theme=none" width="480" height="328" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x80y7k_sergei-bai-kui-raske-eestis-olla_music" target="_blank">Sergei Bai - Kui raske Eestis olla</a> <i>by <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/bigproblem11" target="_blank">bigproblem11</a></i><br /><br /><a name='more'></a><br />Contemporary Art Seminar<br />Essay<br />Kristina Norman „The Pribalts“<br /><br />As an introduction to my essay I would like to explain the choice of the topic. It was proposed to choose an exhibition as an example of contemporary art which had the most intense influence on oneself. In my case it would be one documentary video („The Pribalts“) made by Kristina Norman. We were shown the video on the one of the lectures and since I am as a part of pribaltic community familiar with a problem reflected there, I decided to speculate about it in the essay.<br /><br />Firstly, it should be mentioned that „The Pribalts“ is not a provocation or a hint of riot on the part of Russian-speaking Estonians. It rather reminds me of soviet tradition of „kitchen talks“, one of which we can witness in the video. It seems that viewer is given a nominal right to participate in the conversation or at least to peek – just like Estonian non-citizens are given right to watch how the parlamentary elections go, not taking real participation in that but only having their own thoughts and opinions during the elections. <br /><br />The next aspect is the artist herself. Since we have had a conversation with Kristina Norman, I may say that at the moment I am armed with more information that I could have found in the Internet. Despite the artistic part, which is undoubtedly important, I am more interested in her „human“ background, namely origin, nationality, personal attitude towards the conflict she brings up so emphatically. <br />It is not her only piece on the topic of the inner conflicts of the homeland. A famous „After-War“ project, a film about the makers of the monument to the Estonian War of Independence („A Monument To Please Everyone“) – all are tightly connected with the Estonian policy and its affection on people’s lives. <br /><br />On Kristina’s words, she was affected on the first place by integration policy because of her mixed background. Personally, I understand that it was not only direct influence like a language implementation, but also social partition on Estonians and Russians. Kristina relates herself to non-Russian and non-Estonian category, which I prefer unite under the lable of Russian Estonians, since this part of our society has distinct Russian origins and were born on the land of Estonia. I don’t think that citizenship brings in any clarity, inasmuch as both Russian or Estonian Russian-speaking citizens are not considered as Russians in Russia (birthplace matters) and Estonians in Estonia (both name and mother tongue matter).<br />Thus it might be said that the documentary video „The Pribalts“ is just a part of an average Russian Estonian’s life. Kristina has used the camera on the level of a person’s face thus giving her viewers the opportunity to imagine themselves on (her) place keeping the conversation about the Pribalts’ lives, to participate in a must-do list every I believe Russian Estonian has.<br /><br /><strong>To visit friends/relatives in Russia</strong><br /><br />This is basically how the video starts: Kristina is going to visit her classmate in Moscow. She is gathering the information, school memories, impressions; and filming them for unclear purpose of documentary video. With her coming to Russia she encounters, firstly, the „hospitality“ of Moscow metro and „fidelity“ of master-builders and engineers; secondly, bunch of emigrants from former republics of the USSR; thirdly, mentioned earlier relative. <br /><br />The very first Kristina’s adventure in Moscow was a clear accident, unpleasant but well-ended. A concrete pile that broke through a subway car, where Kristina was on her way to the theater her classmate work in, left no physical victims but an exclusive reportage on Kristina’s camera. The fragments of the Russian news, combining with the witnesses’ impressions and Kristina classmates’ comments, made quite an illustrative talk about Russian mentality and problems of a big city. As a silent participant, I took a confirmation about armless Russian workers and lazy bureaucrats, to whom it’s easier to allow the building process without proper verifications.<br /><br />Later, talking with people Kristina was together in the subway car, it came up that most of them were comers from former soviet republics. And there was a connection between them which allowed them to talk about Russian-Estonian relationship. It was very important to know more or less Russian opinion about Estonia and it sadly corresponded with general disaffection. This means that the information is still filtrated and the conflict supported by both governments reminds of children rivalry: you punched me, I punch you back – n the media it is rather: „They told we were occupants, so we name them Nazis“.<br /><br /><strong>To discuss the language issue</strong><br /><br />What surely does every Russian Estonian is discussing the necessity of Estonian language. It is quite an inappropriate question: why do I need Estonian language? We live in a country which language we are obligatory to speak. As Kristina’s classmate Sergei Schedrin said: if you have a brain, you should learn the language, but why should I? He (and many others) claims it unfair that some people in one country are more equal that others and therefore have a right to choose which additional language they want to learn (since nowadays Russian is optional). Russian-speakers in their turn have less variants because last 20 years Estonian is compulsory. <br /><br />I doubt that the Estonian government will ever impose the second official language. It is clear that they want to preserve Estonian culture and language since there is dangerously small amount of Estonian-speakers with a tendency to reducing. Thereof I won’t agree with the statement that everyone should choose voluntarily if they learn Estonian. Out of respect for our country, we should speak Estonian. However it would be fair and less-conflictive to make Russian a compulsory language at schools, not as language of 25% of Russian-speaking population but as one of the most spread languages in the world on a par with English and German. It all depends on how exactly you advertise your language (whether it is Estonian or Russian) for people to want to speak it, which I think will be impossible unless the Estonian government stops being so arrogant and proud of itself for downgrading the Russian minority (socially). <br /><br /><strong>Birthplace VS Homeland: to decide which is more important</strong><br /><br />The question of Home appears in every person’s life. If an Estonian can easily name Estonia the homeland, Russian Estonian wonders about the specificity, I guess. The episode with Kristina’s extended relative nudges about the influence of a birthplace and dedication to it in memories (as the woman strictly claimed she was Estonian), but still home is there where one’s heart is. Her heart belonged to Moscow.<br />From the episode of the conversation with Kristina’s other classmates, it came clear that many of them are starting to consider Estonia their home which occurs to them only with time. In my opinion, the fact that Sergei Schedrin wants to return to Estonia means that he chooses the closest variant of the home and family he has at the moment. When he starts his own family, it will be more fractional and therefore sincere choice. That awaits me as well.<br /><br /><strong>How difficult is to live in Estonia</strong><br /><br />This rhetorical question is not least discussed on the kitchen between all the habitants of Estonia despite the language, time, religion etcetera. Sergei Bai’s ironic song „Kui raske Eestis olla“, in my opinion, perfectly matches the video „The Pribalts“, though it was written a year later. I couldn’t say that Kristina was ironical in her video, no, she was quite serious and interested in finding the answer on the question why two nations of one country still conflict. However, it is foolish to try to resolve this pure and simple global disagreement. Thereof I would have put the song to the background and kept this habitual „kitchen talk“ as a part of our mentality.<br /><br /><strong>Coda</strong><br /><br />All this was an endless talk of the contradiction between Estonian and Russian Estonians, each of whom saw the problem from their own perspective, not ready yet to cooperate.<br />What concerns the video itself, I would like to share my point of looking at the piece of art. In general, the author turns to be an abstract figure for me: when I see a painting I don’t think immediately about its creator. I think firstly of the image I’ve got, the impression I experience, I try to find a reason to explain my own „like-don’t-like“ scale. The creator doesn’t exist at that moment, it’s only the work that matters. Same thing happens with film directors: their indirect relation to the „first-hand“ picture on the screen doesn’t hit the eye and therefore escapes from my superficial attention.<br /><br />Kristina Norman in her „The Pribalts“ is a rightfull creator for me because I can witness th process of creation of the video. I am aware of her participation and thereof accept herself, her motives and means of sharing her thoughts as one more source of affection on me.<br /><br />In conclusion, I find this video a marvelous documentary example of Russian Estonians’ lives since it involves all aspects of problematical existence of cultural minorities. This is also a very good piece of Estonian video art and therefore of relational aesthetics since it supplied numerous „official“ and extra-curricular conversations considering national identity, political incapacity and ethnical mutual understanding.<br /><br /><br /><strong>Bibliography:</strong><br />http://www.sirp.ee/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=4201:eesti-videokunsti-otsingutel&catid=6:kunst&Itemid=10&issue=3137<br />http://www.modernartoxford.org.uk/whats-on/kristina-norman/about/<br />http://www.dailyinfo.co.uk/reviews/feature/1537/Arrivals_Estonia<br />http://www.re-title.com/artists/Kristina-Norman.asp<br />http://uudised.err.ee/index.php?06150441M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-8520123522806789062011-04-20T14:01:00.001+02:002012-09-17T14:35:53.199+02:00Exhibition Diary, Part VIIName: Money chases children (Raha ajab lapsi taga)<br />Made by: Epp Kubu<br />Material: video<br />Place: Linna Galerii, Tallinn<br /><br />Almost everything was told in the press release: children see and understand that the world is spinning around the money. While they're playing, the money become an important part of their game. So, all the videos about a child's play whit the main idea "Where does money come from?": it might be drawn or taken from mommy's unneeded 15-years-old monetary stock, it can be just found as a treasures are found. Or we can try to put on some bank employee dressing like a grandmother =)<br /><a name='more'></a><br />All I have is just to add that the importance of money is over-inflated and overwhelming. If children who don't understand yet what is what and how the world works, they know that money is good, money makes ice-cream and toy cars. Literally, from the little age they know the system "the money in the morning, the chairs in the evening". And that idea was illustrated by "Money follows children" video, in the beginning of what two brothers (age of 5-7) fight over the bunch of coins. There surely plays its role an aspect of "mine", but additional sense is given by money.<br />Another metaphor might be seen in the video "Hidden treasure", where little girl and boy are searching for a treasure at home. There is a background sound of "falling coins" and they run over the place screaming "Where are you?". At the end little boy finds the treasure (what-/whoever it was) under a bed and creeps under it and... the sound like something big and scary eats him, chews and champs. I see that as when a child "finds a treasure" (read: comes in touch with money), he is fallen from his innocent skies into squelchy reality, where find-a-treasure adventure turns into you-should-work-for-having-money routine. Starting with "50 cents for a good grade" in the 1st grade and up to "You're a grown-up, find a job!"<br />And here comes the 3rd video "Pension day", where a girl of about 9 years finds a way to get some money, namely to dress like her grandmother and go to the bank with her pass. A 12 or 13 years old boy as a bank employee, of course, doesn't get hooked and frustrated kid starts teasing and pulling faces. That's the first step for the fraud - anything to get the money. <br />It's nothing but a vicious circle, children are chased by our way of life; they see it - repeat - and make it the routine for others to repeat. But since it's about money, it can't be helped.M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-57564007290820241382011-04-14T06:47:00.001+02:002012-09-17T14:35:53.192+02:00Exhibition Diary, Part VIName: Criminal minds (Kurjuse kannul)<br />Made by: Anu Juurak<br />Material: miscellaneous<br />Place: Hobusepea Galerii, Tallinn<br />Press release: The exhibition explores modern twists as fear, anxiety and doubt. Hopefully, it won't evoke more fear but helps to disperse it.<br /><br />It was told that the exhibition was about the myths produced to fight the crisis. As the economy produces a conception of the global terrorism, as environmental problems lead to climatic disaster myth etcetera. There is no better way to control minds than the presence of enemy, whether it is real or abstract. Proved by The Cold War.<br /><br /><a name='more'></a><br />I would say, this exhibition is about lying, though it is difficult to call manipulation a lie (right combinations of truth may collapse the world). Anyway, it is violation as well as threatening, however I find threats more sincere. Cliche though it might sound I think USA are one big fat manipulator and this exhibition proves it. <br />First prove: toy soldiers glued to one of the walls in the gallery. There were comics' bubbles aroun them with quite predictable phrases "Evil is everywhere", "We must kill all the <...> because they are evil", "I'll let you know when understand myself", "Is it time to eat?"... Same job as many others: boss tells, I shoot and lets go for a lunch - on the field, and this makes another good-night-fairytale for civilians: there IS evil. Who steals our oil (doesn't matter that it's not our yet), who still wants to occupy us (doesn't matter that they don't care about us for last 20 years). <br />Second prove: videos on the ground floor. My favourite kind of it - "nonfictional" conspiracy, aimed to zombify and frighten. It is very likely that american government itself sponsors all those documental videos about secret societies, corruption in White House, 9/11 planned events etc etc. Those who believe are frighten and easy to control. Those who don't believe are much more easy to manage. Every side is benifitial. But leave the benefit aside, think about media. There in the video was presented 20th in a row american conspiracy. One more Big-brother-is-watching-you microchip system, one more secret society of the powerful ones, and nicely inspiring warning which made me laugh: be vigilant and watch your back! very informative and paranoid. Like in Kristina Norman's video "The Pribalts" was an episode of public rally in Moscow, where about 200 people stayed on some square and voted "by a solid voice" <em>(like there is not another 10 million of people in Moscow...)</em> that media is corrupting us and lying to us, down with it! And all those elderly Russians who run rounds in panic because the government is bad-bad-bad, and buying buckwheat amd matches to prepare to guerilla war. Is it difficult to leave those memories of wars behind?.. Okay, may be it is...<br /><br />P.S. I should say it still. The name of the exhibition is a little bit unsuitable. The Criminal Minds series are directed to inner analysis of the criminal. It is more like a try to understand psychological nature of the evil, why particular people do crime (which is mostly one preson centered). Here is shown the global conspiracy, extraverted and influential. <br />"One death is a tragedy, thousands of deaths is a statistics" (c) J. StalinM.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-37954255456032949312011-03-30T19:47:00.001+02:002012-09-17T14:35:53.189+02:00Exhibitions Diary, Part VName: Room of Love (Armastusetuba)<br />Made by: Margit Lõhmus<br />Material: video<br />Place: Draakoni Galerii, Tallinn<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipFD69i1SzvQh1WT74yAQgaYxGB58ScDt-egCUeJDhNIz8uUBixBX3lHyroAuLdluoQHt44yWSsxIK0DWs9HrvlglTxhw_Y16ISpjeEhTusvNJMa227NqmSep3cAXS2oYheLsvh6I7b3o/s1600/arm.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 102px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipFD69i1SzvQh1WT74yAQgaYxGB58ScDt-egCUeJDhNIz8uUBixBX3lHyroAuLdluoQHt44yWSsxIK0DWs9HrvlglTxhw_Y16ISpjeEhTusvNJMa227NqmSep3cAXS2oYheLsvh6I7b3o/s200/arm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595818856938741106" /></a><br /><br /><a name='more'></a><br />Video exhibition about two kinds of love, if I may say so: family and sex. According the videos, the sexual life was about: 1) first experience (for a young girl with some glamorous brute), 2) having a family (young pair with a child sitting on the backseat of a car), 3)-5) sexual minorities (adolescent experiments, looking for a partner, facing intolerance - which I will not be talking about or else it will be five-feet-long essay on the topic... may be I should do so for some later post)<br /><br />Same long essay I can provide due to the family videos, but I'll try to cut it short.<br />Two videos "With Mother" and "With Father" remind me famous quote from "Anna Karenina": Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Here I saw that all the families are unhappy, even if they are good with that... The Father's video was about a man in his 50-ties who was sitting on the couch. For eight or ten minutes, just sitting side-face and watching in front of him like watching TV or someone off-screen sit there and played the piano (because the sounds were there). Mother's video had more action: the mother was on the kitchen, firstly serving food for one, then eating it, switching TV or talking on the phone in process. One little detail was that a younger woman (or girl) was staying against the door post with a microphone during the whole video. I saw it as a metaphor of the routine, when the family love is expected as some common rule but practically is not perceived. Those videos emphasize that routine: everyone is annoyed with each other, all family members are on their own, separated with wall corners and doors. Like they have boundaries which should not be crossed (a couch for father, a kitchen for mother, daughter somewhere in between like the border district, close to everyone but needed only for avoiding major neighbor).<br /><br />Another video, I forgot to look the name of it, was about a woman "arguing" with her daughter on a kitchen while the other was preparing a meal. The woman furiously expressed her displeasure and annoyance with her daughter's habits, behavior and way of life. Standard set of phrases like "You don't clean after yourself, you take my food, you use my fridge, you come home late, you take my stuff, you don't listen to me" etc. The woman seemed to be Estonian as she spoke English with noticeable accent. <br />The video was very psychological. Firstly, because the woman kept her frustration until critical point. Why did she suffered from her daughter's behavior for so long if she was so displeased with it? Why she hadn't told earlier when they were able to talk calm? Why to keep it to the point when the only way out is screaming "Get out of my house"? Actually, she had no right for any demand now that she had never expressed her discontent. Secondly, her arguments were quite egoistic: "my milk, my fridge, my stuff". Her monolog was directed to tragic self-pity with hand-wringing and threats to call the police. It absolutely doesn't wake any compassion to the woman. If she wanted to solve the conflict, she had chosen the wrong way.<br />This work can be viewed as another metaphor of the conflict of generations: the woman was intentionally planned to talk in English a symbol of them both being on a different wavelength and not understanding each other.M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-12568244053335676642011-03-30T19:45:00.001+02:002012-09-17T14:35:53.184+02:00Exhibitions Diary, Part IVCo-exhibition<br />Name: Hunger (Nälg) (Part of Money, Money, Money! project)<br />Made by: Anna Hints & Maria Rõhu<br />Material: miscellaneous<br />Place: Linna Galerii, Tallinn<br />Press release: Hunger appears when something is of lack. When we get that something, the hunger is pacified.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1OSNGYK7Y4-_8TljVG1N43X3uffC9HYt7zgShsZDNXB2cKRKBxkvcGvPFJY3lFF83RYUGFNOhr7olp2VmhaAVdXhWWD9Gt7yLy5QOoGWKr8wsYH_VcHbIGy27yyEoesOsh22RdnUjmU/s1600/IMG_1811.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1OSNGYK7Y4-_8TljVG1N43X3uffC9HYt7zgShsZDNXB2cKRKBxkvcGvPFJY3lFF83RYUGFNOhr7olp2VmhaAVdXhWWD9Gt7yLy5QOoGWKr8wsYH_VcHbIGy27yyEoesOsh22RdnUjmU/s200/IMG_1811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600692480011975682" /></a><br /><a href="http://romanpototski.blogspot.com/2011/04/nalg-hunger-by-anna-hints-maria-rohu.html#comments">"The Mendicating Artist" photo(c)Roman Pototski</a><br /><a name='more'></a><br />So, the main idea of the exhibition might be an influence of the social parameters/expectations/cliches on our life. Prosaic as it is. The most clear work was a photo of some girl's thin back with oh so prominent spinal bones: "I know you love me only if I am thin". The problem as old as time, at least the part with "you love me only if". At once I remember Alina Rudnitskaya video "Bitch Academy" and numerous women (and men) over the world with thoughts like "I'll do whatever you want, just love me". It is horrible indeed. There surely takes place some kind of attention deficit and handful of fixations, when people demand being loved for something in exchange, like they are trying to compensate lack of something by physical expression (whether it is food, money or anything). Going away from psychological aspect of modern anorexics and bulimics, I wonder if an artist demands for love of the public. All those exhibitions, performances, inner thoughts and outer critics are nothing but scream for attention. Who needs an unnoticed artist? <br /><br />There was another work, a video "News of culture", where a woman was reading one culture newspaper named Sirp and during the video she rended off pieces of the paper and chewed them. I have not really understood the video, so here I use an interpretation my course mate has proposed: it was a metaphor for how people react to the cultural news nowadays. "Oh, what's that - lets try ~chewing sounds~ booorinig ~split out~ may be there is something else (repeat)". I just realized that my attitude to that video, except for the "boring" part I had "interesting, but no time/wish to think about it". Sad but true.<br /><br />What I wanted to emphasize in particular is two works which gave me quite interesting food for thought. <br />The first one, "The Mendicating Artist", was just a chair on the pedestal with the basin at the bottom of it. The idea was that every artist can sit there for an hour and visitors would throw some money into the bowl for him. Smart and easy. There was also a list of the begging participants on the wall with their exhibition income. One interesting thing I noticed: Anna Hints had participated in that her project at least 8 times and earned about 65,5€; seems pretty big to me, considering estonian payment system and "poor artists who are not paid". There are lots of talks about Kultuurkapital which supports artist's creative works but not the artist himself. Those numerous talks contain debates about the artist being a professional as any other worker thereof he need regular payment, health insurance, pension fond etc. It is a right thing to argue about because really, we are even but some are more even than other. It's not fair, I say. However, Anna Hints came up with smart idea of making money. She hold a project, supported (read paid) by Kultuurkapital bill included. She has a gallery with free entrance to keep that project. She has an interactive part, fun for the visitors who must PAY whatever-much-they-want to have that fun. <br />The second work "Throw 10 cents and happiness will arrive" had the same idea. It was a light-cube about 0,7 m high with a gap on the top to throw coins in. I had watched inside and there was plenty of those coins indeed, take 30€ for a minimum. First of all, it reminds me chain letters like "copy 200 times of "War and peace" and happiness will come". Sad thing is that there are credulous people who make those copies as they were promised of luck or worse someone's death if they wouldn't do that. I just don't like to be deceived and manipulated in that way. But if it is a piece of art, could it be done? Like an artist/creator has right to fraud and manipulate <em>gratia artis</em>. Like any interpretation of any art work is a manipulation of your own ideas. Like God made one big joke while creating us...<br />Apart the ethics, there is another question: where the money will go? It is not quite my business since Anna Hints made her profit almost fairly, but still... Will at least she stop talking about how it is hard to make money as an Estonian artist? Because her exhibition is nothing but clever manipulative way of being inventive creator.<br /><br />Such a sorrowful conclusion I got: an artist is a screwed-up person who gathers attention by twisting his thoughts inside out and thus manipulating everyone else.M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-86306134407155052462011-03-16T20:05:00.001+01:002012-09-17T14:35:53.201+02:00Exhibitions Diary, Part IIICo-exhibition<br />Name: "Meie" (We)<br />Made by: Eva Sepping & Tanja Muravskaja<br />Material: video<br />Place: Draakoni Galerii, Tallinn<br />The main idea of the exhibition is "the human's need of belonging to the native land". Two sides of national identity: 1) antagonism and violence against "others" of another nationlity; 2) unifying space to tie absolutely different people.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE5g6_ll6WbSj2H2GxX39YvyNa-H4sRkwq3P7c5T6uw0PIohYjuqkeSWGisCzc4xS9YFqgGZbYeHSTiDYHgXPs9PESr5R4VhjwRYhkUvCcfuHuyNKEByNgvD_IFktdrUMYJr4myrGiSsQ/s1600/seppingmuravskaja.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 93px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE5g6_ll6WbSj2H2GxX39YvyNa-H4sRkwq3P7c5T6uw0PIohYjuqkeSWGisCzc4xS9YFqgGZbYeHSTiDYHgXPs9PESr5R4VhjwRYhkUvCcfuHuyNKEByNgvD_IFktdrUMYJr4myrGiSsQ/s200/seppingmuravskaja.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584763193800243298" /></a><br /><a name='more'></a><br />That topic is very close to me, as I am of no nationality. Technically, I have Estonian and EU citizenship, theoretically, I am Russian by my parents (and grand parents, and great-grand parents, and other relatives). In fact I am nothing of those. May be this situation is not so desperate and many Russians in Estonia, Africans in France, Chinese in Japan are satisfied both with their nation and country. However, I know exactly that I am not alone that lost among proper citizens.<br /><br />It suffice to watch Eva Sepping's video "The Land of promise" where a Russian boy with Estonian origin talks that he doesn't feel being Russian. Despite that it is the only country he had lived in. He doesn't know Estonian, he hasn't been there, he only read books and listens to his grandmother singing Estonian songs. And he claims that he is an Estonian. Why? It reminds me the Jews who live around the world and suddenly decide to go to their historical homeland because it is right thing to do. How many of them had felt they belonged here? I don't think that every of them felt an urge to return to the roots; since 1950-ties it was mostly an escapism... They escaped to the Land of Promise from the consequences of the war, from the atrocities of the soviet regime and further reconstruction, from being "another"...So did the boy. He has his reasons for wanting to live his place: bullying, social rejection (chuhonskaja morda), educational issues - it seemed that Estonia is heaven of a country. Naive.<br />So, that boy comes to Estonia to study medicine, learns the language, has lots of Estonian friends, and what he says - "I am Russian here". The story of my life! Native Estonians perceive him as Russian and he is not the one anymore for the Russians themselves (he tends to change his last name). One good phrase there has been told: "There are morons of every nationality". That boy who has come to Estonia with pink dreams of ideal world, who has met almost the same problems of national identity in there, he finally understood that the Land of Promise is where you want it to be, despite all its mistakes and unfulfilled expectations. <br />Another video is about estonian military parade and russian parades in memoria. Another corner stone is where to go. If you are Estonian, go enjoy your Sini-Must-Valge and listen to the president. If you re Russian, take "БеСиК" and march for the sake of the Bronze Soldier. Anyway, you should choose. In the sense of your nation: if you put up many hares, you kill none.<br />But there is something Eve Sepping has forgotten: those Russians who was born in Estonia (once we are here). I know a girl born of Estonian father (so she has and Estonian citizenship), but she tells she is Russian. And here, she is Russian because of the accent and first name, though in Russia she is Estonian because she speaks another way than the Russians do. <br />We are that lost generation, because we have no place on the map for estonian russians. Many of us were raised as Russians while we were told we are Estonians. Russian literature, TV, the way of education and thinking mixed up with occasional splashes of national holidays, still strange for us. <br />I am confused when I have two Christmas celebrations and don't know exactly when the Easter starts.<br />I am confused when I am asked what my nationality is.<br />I am confused and I have no choice, because no matter what I choose, I will still be wrong.M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-13400457660762512122011-02-14T16:50:00.000+01:002012-09-17T14:35:53.186+02:00Exhibitions Diary, Part II, the endIn support of my previous post<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHziD4z1y0orrhXEhJta9oMuhEEXMgwGddDlUL1mG0HZMQYaH6c61czbZ8_wVAgrXgyPhuNw7cgiMx0H8VthIHxujOx1i1dhnYeicrGGf1xPbwMrOtYOSSY2Pwsvb9Ky3GzIiTfcyjzHY/s1600/%25D0%2598%25D0%25B7%25D0%25BE%25D0%25B1%25D1%2580%25D0%25B0%25D0%25B6%25D0%25B5%25D0%25BD%25D0%25B8%25D0%25B5+046.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHziD4z1y0orrhXEhJta9oMuhEEXMgwGddDlUL1mG0HZMQYaH6c61czbZ8_wVAgrXgyPhuNw7cgiMx0H8VthIHxujOx1i1dhnYeicrGGf1xPbwMrOtYOSSY2Pwsvb9Ky3GzIiTfcyjzHY/s200/%25D0%2598%25D0%25B7%25D0%25BE%25D0%25B1%25D1%2580%25D0%25B0%25D0%25B6%25D0%25B5%25D0%25BD%25D0%25B8%25D0%25B5+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573572765664574018" border="0" /></a><br /><a name='more'></a><br />Piret Räni, "Your Daughter"<br />I liked this project. No little girl really thinks "I want to be a prostitute when I grow up!" but, unfortunately, shit happens. Like happens young girls` kidnapping, like happens `freewill` becoming a prostitute, just because there is no other option. So what concerns that previously mentioned kind of women (Bitch Academy), they are ready to become a prostitute (how else you can name their wish for a millionaire and what they do in order to get the one), but they hypocritically think it has a different name. It has not, I believe.<br /><br />Another case of love-for-sale work with criminal implication - Marko Nautras "F.L.N.M." It was made out of <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xNzsTHA1nI">this video</a></span> where porno actors promote the idea that stealing is bad.<br />They are actually right, because what they do is work as well as plumbery or teaching. Nobody likes being unpaid. But for some reason people think that some professions are like hobbies. That`s why I hate phrases "Draw me something" or "Translate me something" or many others... It is my work <span style="font-style: italic;">*at least it will be, I hope*</span> so why can`t I ask "Make me a seesaw, you`re a mechanic" or "Bring me some coffee, you`re a waitress"... But you see, I <span style="font-weight: bold;">offend</span> them.<br /><br />So I understand this little advertisement "Do not download porn, we work for money, not for art"<br />As the review says: "There are no direct references to the Second Book of Moses or The Ten Commandments, but the collision between biblical rhetoric and the totally godless world has a jarring and strange effect" (c)Rebeka Põldsam<br />And I`m exited about this contradiction)) Because Nautras technically stole this free advertisement and created those prints - or was it Duchamp`s fault, who firstly used a ready-made? Difficult to say if it was a real stealing. It was rather peeping into windows, snooping what people do when no one sees - which resulted in piracy. So, my question, is the piracy a spying or is spying a piracy? I guess I only confuse myself...<br />Interesting, that first personal Nautras` exhibition "Vuje" was connected to voyeurism; "classical peek-pictures" as the artist said. Can I see this project as piracy as well, if he had secretly taken the pictures of the people in windows or on the streets and hadn`t payed them for being models?<br /><br />That would be probably all.M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-20610112310932365622011-02-13T20:14:00.000+01:002012-09-17T14:35:53.187+02:00Exhibitions Diary IISince we have already discussed a lillte next exhibition on the lecture, I won`t start describing all of it here... Just few works that `impressed` me...<br /><br />So, part II<br /><a name='more'></a><br /><br />Name: "For love, not money", 15th Tallinn print triennial <br />Place: KuMu, Tallinn<br />Aim: FOR LOVE NOT MONEY is intended to present a timely reflection on the state of contemporary art production, presentation and reception during a period of world financial crisis (c) <a href="http://www.triennial.ee">triennial.ee</a><br /><br />Actually, what I felt after this exhibition reminded me compositions on literature in 11th grade. Starting with the title. Come on, people! 90 out of 100 do everything for money! And the very illustrative example was the video "Bitch Academy" by Alina Rudnitskaya.<br />The video is about Russian women who attend special class `How to become a bitch`. <br /><a href="http://www.traileraddict.com/trailer/bitch-academy/trailer">Here is the trailer</a><br />It was so strange to describe right away the feeling... Technically, it was mentioned there, that this `school` is to teach to manipulate men, and all those girls agree... But why then all of them tell "I need love, I need a caring man, I want to be married" and right after "certainly, for a millionaire!" Darling, if you want a millionaire, tell it! Tell "I want him paying for everything, that I could only go shopping and visiting SPAs, and probably having a beautiful lover" Why was that poor girl crying about her little son and how her mother kicked them out of home, and saying "I wish I had someone kind, who would love me and my son, who wouldn`t drink and wouldn`t be a tyrant like my father" Poor thing, what were you doing there? Why do you think that kind of man doesn`t exist among normal people? But nooooo, we need a millionaire! She certainly need a psychologist. Or social police to deal with home tyranny at first.<br />It was written in the video annotation that a bitch knows what she wants from men, manipulates them, follows her desires, she is free. Right, Cinderellas, let`s be realistic. When a Russian man has money - he has everyone in his fist. He will be in charge of what you want, need and think. And I guess he won`t be the loving prince Charming... So, why to fool oneself? Money is apart, love is apart, and you need to know clearly in order not to be disappointed later.<br /><br />TBCM.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-82630628306993303402011-02-13T19:08:00.000+01:002012-09-17T14:35:53.196+02:00Exhibitions Diary IThe first assignment of the Seminar of Contemporary Art was keeping a diary of exhibitions being held in this term.<br />So, part I<br /><a name='more'></a><br />Name: NEW MONEY (part of Money, Money, Money! project)<br />Made by: Tannel Rannala and Mart Raun<br />Material: miscellaneous <br />Place: Linna Galerii, Tallinn<br />This interactive exhibition is devoted to the new Estonian currency, euro. Aim was mainly to find out (or make clear) money value. As one of my coursemates told, now we start missing our krones, thou we didn`t actually noticed them before.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVil8IX_2K6ml-Ep9lIG_bLsS4yoFqbtMLNWbo2IXJtE5Hxa_6UN6kHd6fgNwK3JL6V1jfpsymLck-WBm2UxGTAu0h1UEjrC32RaUcB84iNRdHuEomnE3YipzxG7jk04XVDxuWncAPdU/s1600/%25D0%2598%25D0%25B7%25D0%25BE%25D0%25B1%25D1%2580%25D0%25B0%25D0%25B6%25D0%25B5%25D0%25BD%25D0%25B8%25D0%25B5+623.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVil8IX_2K6ml-Ep9lIG_bLsS4yoFqbtMLNWbo2IXJtE5Hxa_6UN6kHd6fgNwK3JL6V1jfpsymLck-WBm2UxGTAu0h1UEjrC32RaUcB84iNRdHuEomnE3YipzxG7jk04XVDxuWncAPdU/s200/%25D0%2598%25D0%25B7%25D0%25BE%25D0%25B1%25D1%2580%25D0%25B0%25D0%25B6%25D0%25B5%25D0%25BD%25D0%25B8%25D0%25B5+623.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573246356013286418" /></a><br />I was more impressed by other factor, which is the whole interaction thing. When I came into gallery and saw all those mirrors, 3D money, hopsccotch, children`s drawings... At once I started jumping, running from bank note to bank note, taking photos... Returned home and started thinking: what was that?! What was the idea, like become the face of next currency, feel like you`re a cash? Whyy? Another my course mate spoke out that after she saw her face on that huge cash note, she decided that never ever she would have wanted to be one of the `currency faces`... <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDevHOSLcm3j5LXSvuc74kqDNwBDsEHpvi6Wrw7k8fvZN7bROabqCIbgt506V8Wz1aylj2nbc7VLa5has_LC23Pfcx0dUSSRm3VfQZmiNo3LTSyUJHCMLAaIzFgaOLshI5OXkZHK_qRs/s1600/scheme.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDevHOSLcm3j5LXSvuc74kqDNwBDsEHpvi6Wrw7k8fvZN7bROabqCIbgt506V8Wz1aylj2nbc7VLa5has_LC23Pfcx0dUSSRm3VfQZmiNo3LTSyUJHCMLAaIzFgaOLshI5OXkZHK_qRs/s200/scheme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573248645378510706" /></a><br /><br />What I really liked was a full-wall scheme of instability of Estonian currency for the latest 150 years... about 10 different kinds. Led me to the thought that our little Estonia never was able to keep something for long enough, always surrended to the srtongest. Interesting, when the Mighty Euro goes down? It is kind of creepy, because I heard some news about oncoming euro-bankruptcy. Why on earth did they do that? Give me my krones back! I don`t want the second Black Tuesday, no no no.<br /><br />And one thing I didn`t noticed *thanks to smart people who made it clear* There was a backroom full of drawings, like `what will our next money look like?`<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPB8XrVg7ID-KbELSKI8QlY4UaP2ouUDaZdzk6S3xNndsSBPnQBc71Zd_HiWgMXZAl17SByqB1U3tO9NCXfsiYz9YM6AXz6pyNZRx_9gGDPNsAezk6bKnA4xdJNHUVPOVPXviP-ZXfG9A/s1600/%25D0%2598%25D0%25B7%25D0%25BE%25D0%25B1%25D1%2580%25D0%25B0%25D0%25B6%25D0%25B5%25D0%25BD%25D0%25B8%25D0%25B5+653.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPB8XrVg7ID-KbELSKI8QlY4UaP2ouUDaZdzk6S3xNndsSBPnQBc71Zd_HiWgMXZAl17SByqB1U3tO9NCXfsiYz9YM6AXz6pyNZRx_9gGDPNsAezk6bKnA4xdJNHUVPOVPXviP-ZXfG9A/s200/%25D0%2598%25D0%25B7%25D0%25BE%25D0%25B1%25D1%2580%25D0%25B0%25D0%25B6%25D0%25B5%25D0%25BD%25D0%25B8%25D0%25B5+653.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573251276998787394" /></a><br />You know, children want to see on the cash the giraffe and favorite singers, and local trade center - people, why do we need the Roman Empire aqueduct on the 5 euro banknote, let it be the SOLARIS center!! Funny, huh...M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-86602665694956305292011-02-11T09:06:00.000+01:002011-02-11T18:22:58.255+01:00For the Fate and the UniverseA little thank-you to the puissant ladies<br /><a name='more'></a><br />I love them, really. And I`m sure, they love me =)Because they do <span style="font-style:italic;">*almost*</span> everything I ask. Like closing the doors of the tram right behind me when I`m in hurry, giving me a companion for the concert where I`m afraid to go to alone...or like yesterday, quiet calming music of my patchy playlist. It was the best way not to think about failed date...<br /><br />P.S. As for that date, may be I just have asked too much.M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-85533618289243550222011-02-03T19:34:00.001+01:002011-02-03T19:50:13.763+01:00The Puppets<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwPF7d6_JLuryDkgjPwKAPKc_Lzkl9kunVngkTX-nlNjslkeEybI3cTe5DEoSd7IcUStG6UtAoZ4NNc_CJcmB1cuMngf6uKXxyCfjm4QU796V2z32P9trWjK7RCkq7aJdB-g2PdC2K9U/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwPF7d6_JLuryDkgjPwKAPKc_Lzkl9kunVngkTX-nlNjslkeEybI3cTe5DEoSd7IcUStG6UtAoZ4NNc_CJcmB1cuMngf6uKXxyCfjm4QU796V2z32P9trWjK7RCkq7aJdB-g2PdC2K9U/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569535921230603714" /></a><br /><a name='more'></a><br /><br />Colombina has gone mad. She doesn`t care what happens to her and what will happen. She looks mindlessly on the Puppet Master and picks of the petals of her last rose. The Puppet Master pulls the strings and Colombina obediently goes to the stage repeating movements learned a long time ago. Colombina has ceased smiling long ago. Why, if her face is no more looked at by anybody? The play goes as it must and the end is always the same. Leaving the stage, Colombina will take her rose and all night long she will whisper to it one and the same story, on which she had just played a lead role.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKYZ_tbo1-I8uM7-olVXO5LgGWlYNGCU7Uh2KZXO3bsZkJE5XK8E7WUCMDCtX0Fuzf3dmfkTvrb9G0TM2Q-ej9eblm3SQYuWgM5McQKElz7-GdpCnfw4XsF_-wmDvNK7A9RTZJwPzqEgY/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKYZ_tbo1-I8uM7-olVXO5LgGWlYNGCU7Uh2KZXO3bsZkJE5XK8E7WUCMDCtX0Fuzf3dmfkTvrb9G0TM2Q-ej9eblm3SQYuWgM5McQKElz7-GdpCnfw4XsF_-wmDvNK7A9RTZJwPzqEgY/s200/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569535924175521682" /></a><br /><br />Clowness must smile. She jumps on the stage, cheerfully juggles the balls and swings her arms. She hops around the stage, falls, laughs and dreams that she will never comes on the stage again. After the play she scours away the engrained colour of her grin and imagines herself walking barefoot on the soft grass. However, the strings are strongly tied to the limbs and if the Puppet Master ceases pulling them, her legs will not listen her own head and the downfall will be more painfull. Therefore Clowness draws again herself a bright red smile and comes on the scene.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCi3tYTSCHMFXbvV3z-GmKSC0lDGXLREK1yxr6fdxPkeLtXlCP-sfQBc4j2eTqVJQRSxP-43qfmBp84jqpAmQSLe-0gpKJB9snO1Docq0JosuwhyphenhyphenTwzG_utZUJ_hp-Xc8nTQuqWEckIvY/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCi3tYTSCHMFXbvV3z-GmKSC0lDGXLREK1yxr6fdxPkeLtXlCP-sfQBc4j2eTqVJQRSxP-43qfmBp84jqpAmQSLe-0gpKJB9snO1Docq0JosuwhyphenhyphenTwzG_utZUJ_hp-Xc8nTQuqWEckIvY/s200/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569535930364896450" /></a><br /><br />Pierrot wanted freedom. He wanted to get rid of the dusty smell of the stage, he wanted to see the colorful world out there beyond the wall of the theater. He was tired of the farce that the Puppet Mater called a fairy tale, and therefore he decided to cut his strings. But without the puppeteer it is difficult to move. His feet mumble, his hands dangle over the body, and eyes, instead of looking at the long-awaited world, shut under the weight of the eyelids. Pierrot still wants to see the colours that were previously hidden by a bandage but the movements consume so much power.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Lt7OpFGIcV47aGEZlDYj0ewVw8a5QJ_Gc2hMfYhWked6YOAKk2SnOkVEWSiHMQLuQzVhWsTFFkK2wNrkNnv-_DKl_78xvDKSxVioR2mZK5w0VhLQBeUU2RmUaID-9GGO__whED7GzD8/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Lt7OpFGIcV47aGEZlDYj0ewVw8a5QJ_Gc2hMfYhWked6YOAKk2SnOkVEWSiHMQLuQzVhWsTFFkK2wNrkNnv-_DKl_78xvDKSxVioR2mZK5w0VhLQBeUU2RmUaID-9GGO__whED7GzD8/s200/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569535938355653122" /></a><br /><br />There was a time when the Storyteller was the Puppet Master's favorite doll. None of the play was complete without his presence, and his narrating was sometimes more important than the main characters. However, times change, the tale falls into the shade, the audience yearns for Action. The Puppet Master makes new dolls, beautiful, empty-headed and ready to act at a breakneck pace for the audience`s delight. The Storyteller was left sitting on the outermost shelf. His costume is gradually covering with dust, hat is sagging from moisture, but the old Storyteller continues to smile in hope that someday The Puppet Master allows him to come on the stage.<br /><br />PS. That Indian guy is quite popular, heh. I wasn`t the only one who used him. No offence, mister, you are very inspiring person.M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-11590427291263017582011-02-03T19:20:00.000+01:002012-09-17T14:35:53.182+02:00Very-very postfactumAs the headlide sais, it had already happened, but still I was involved in an exhibition (even made an advertisment on facebook, which is very high-technological to me)))<br />There is no sence writing about it right now as it has finished month ago... but that was a lot of fun *and nerves*)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMxnuVbvGQeTScN1rAZ1KC6-fOJfBbvc_Yhyphenhyphen2ZmXar0HBWIehJc_KXBDrlT3cSvJ3OdEUInjyJzQ0-I133fRh4CbIc5VCTaXrBmm2M0ZQJswx7NLCHOT7-LXJwwZZ86Hd-i7IkcOX9jcc/s1600/%25D0%2598%25D0%25B7%25D0%25BE%25D0%25B1%25D1%2580%25D0%25B0%25D0%25B6%25D0%25B5%25D0%25BD%25D0%25B8%25D0%25B5+626.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMxnuVbvGQeTScN1rAZ1KC6-fOJfBbvc_Yhyphenhyphen2ZmXar0HBWIehJc_KXBDrlT3cSvJ3OdEUInjyJzQ0-I133fRh4CbIc5VCTaXrBmm2M0ZQJswx7NLCHOT7-LXJwwZZ86Hd-i7IkcOX9jcc/s200/%25D0%2598%25D0%25B7%25D0%25BE%25D0%25B1%25D1%2580%25D0%25B0%25D0%25B6%25D0%25B5%25D0%25BD%25D0%25B8%25D0%25B5+626.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569531117951732050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsIDhpAFvieQVl8AxQUaiCNm1oca0GAh280TWucxlYZLRKv9i8v_JXtLfPMijnW5DBI4SrLSuqxIMZnQVAUVFpmaO86BtGmjvyn6tSY8KHTcy4AS6cRAxjStxGawN54wnTZlzLR59PMo/s1600/%25D0%2598%25D0%25B7%25D0%25BE%25D0%25B1%25D1%2580%25D0%25B0%25D0%25B6%25D0%25B5%25D0%25BD%25D0%25B8%25D0%25B5+797.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsIDhpAFvieQVl8AxQUaiCNm1oca0GAh280TWucxlYZLRKv9i8v_JXtLfPMijnW5DBI4SrLSuqxIMZnQVAUVFpmaO86BtGmjvyn6tSY8KHTcy4AS6cRAxjStxGawN54wnTZlzLR59PMo/s200/%25D0%2598%25D0%25B7%25D0%25BE%25D0%25B1%25D1%2580%25D0%25B0%25D0%25B6%25D0%25B5%25D0%25BD%25D0%25B8%25D0%25B5+797.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569531660164379682" /></a><br /><br />I put the photos of my works upwards for not to crowdM.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-83745138776679493542010-07-16T17:37:00.000+02:002012-09-17T14:35:53.198+02:00The ideal workplace if you are paidArt Gallery is kind of unofficial internship for me)) Actually, I`m not obligated to do that, but somehow this has lots of benefits (without payment). First, of course, is practice. I try to work with children, try not to be afraid of them)) And I understood, I can manage with 3 calm children, but not screaming crowd of little imbeciles not interested in art <span style="font-style:italic;">cruel but true</span><br />But one thing why it`s ok with me to endure that - in this terrible heat I seat in perfectly breezy 240-year-old stone building.<br />And another my assignment as intern - work with historical costumes. Weeks of quiet sewing, labelling, inventory - I`m in Heaven! This work is just fow me, when nobody disturbs; just curator sometimes tells ineresting srories. And anytime I can go to the studio and make some art)))<br />And last but not least: my reward)) Work for food, so to speak) <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ZBw50DpTVFMjJSraY-z91BiFkd2KSgkI6B1J5VM7efi3EWQ_-cXfD33tSELEGufrFUg_BcWtc_x6zia3TBQIjPX9M_GsTdtZCyHTRxHKmBqrzAQjww5JaqMHzTFIIoJVe69YQuHuYnY/s1600/mix.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ZBw50DpTVFMjJSraY-z91BiFkd2KSgkI6B1J5VM7efi3EWQ_-cXfD33tSELEGufrFUg_BcWtc_x6zia3TBQIjPX9M_GsTdtZCyHTRxHKmBqrzAQjww5JaqMHzTFIIoJVe69YQuHuYnY/s200/mix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494537404646070354" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg39tBjTVIG25Jlsa06eMfaFBdJN7G_pFufzyQ4UYXC-SzT0x1hIREHb6FCdpcTFMPl1lqHmY9HQkKN20jp7pXPbD660oyTyQK3QB3KRQm7Isr-gB232TQ0zILU1TDoXqUnENk3dPJ5qwo/s1600/%D0%98%D0%B7%D0%BE%D0%B1%D1%80%D0%B0%D0%B6%D0%B5%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B5+656.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg39tBjTVIG25Jlsa06eMfaFBdJN7G_pFufzyQ4UYXC-SzT0x1hIREHb6FCdpcTFMPl1lqHmY9HQkKN20jp7pXPbD660oyTyQK3QB3KRQm7Isr-gB232TQ0zILU1TDoXqUnENk3dPJ5qwo/s200/%D0%98%D0%B7%D0%BE%D0%B1%D1%80%D0%B0%D0%B6%D0%B5%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B5+656.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494538320125676082" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTaEmZ6qY_MpQQ6Tscbzwq-agvKi4kUZ2wL2oy2CEhyphenhyphenimSKLUBnx2EwjkGl0nHDst_zZ6EAt6R-elUIamordQMuSF0ep2SsXgIh3Jqo-3JQxoA10TnNmMXiOCjtDJoo_LSaLO1koad2Co/s1600/%D0%98%D0%B7%D0%BE%D0%B1%D1%80%D0%B0%D0%B6%D0%B5%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B5+455.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTaEmZ6qY_MpQQ6Tscbzwq-agvKi4kUZ2wL2oy2CEhyphenhyphenimSKLUBnx2EwjkGl0nHDst_zZ6EAt6R-elUIamordQMuSF0ep2SsXgIh3Jqo-3JQxoA10TnNmMXiOCjtDJoo_LSaLO1koad2Co/s200/%D0%98%D0%B7%D0%BE%D0%B1%D1%80%D0%B0%D0%B6%D0%B5%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B5+455.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494539009617967058" /></a>M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1371323451094317365.post-78744276030403211912010-06-19T13:58:00.000+02:002012-09-17T14:35:53.195+02:00Art gallery 0.1I took a summerwork in the Art Gallery of my hometown... It`s a volunteering, actually, so I work for love of the art))))<br /><br />One of the project my curator made up is about drums. She was given four blue drums recently - and she flashed with the idea of decoring these with dragons. I took two of them: smaller one with the korean dragon (they have four fingers), bigger - with the japanese dragon (four fingers). My corator made the chinese dragon. <br />She told me one legend, that Chinese think that dragons appeared in China and had five fingers. When they wanted to travel one country eastwards they lost one finger (with four fingers to Korea and three - to Japan), westwards - had one additional finger (thatš why they didn't go to Europe - it is uncomfortable to have too many fingers - and to America - two fingers are comfortless as well).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTcrcAYl_yBLPbnRC1QiTvHLoeQixDjsGtb7yhyphenhyphenPu7EV5y3JId0xnS0Ts1ao04IB6WuZW-Afgynun3CvlbE4TDtfK8HM06o2vTfJg-sBN9-oqWiZb_8m6cel06BVUe62-w0s6prd7zXk/s1600/%D0%98%D0%B7%D0%BE%D0%B1%D1%80%D0%B0%D0%B6%D0%B5%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B5+486.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTcrcAYl_yBLPbnRC1QiTvHLoeQixDjsGtb7yhyphenhyphenPu7EV5y3JId0xnS0Ts1ao04IB6WuZW-Afgynun3CvlbE4TDtfK8HM06o2vTfJg-sBN9-oqWiZb_8m6cel06BVUe62-w0s6prd7zXk/s200/%D0%98%D0%B7%D0%BE%D0%B1%D1%80%D0%B0%D0%B6%D0%B5%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B5+486.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484463174172119778" /></a><br /><br />Here are some photos of the process: draw-cut-spray-clean<br /><a name='more'></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Jq5A1j8dYBKNEojqOvx1zbgXVhctNUkoeMGCrl1Nt6tn4fTmvy3nMXtDrwMy506QGRnB37AXWODfGZcQKZ0OOa5sB1O9yAEls_WrvojcqC8lJxIKoMNOehYvQcRrEF_yY4YDdYfIrEI/s1600/%D0%91%D0%B5%D0%B7%D1%8B%D0%BC%D1%8F%D0%BD%D0%BD%D1%8B%D0%B9.bmp"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Jq5A1j8dYBKNEojqOvx1zbgXVhctNUkoeMGCrl1Nt6tn4fTmvy3nMXtDrwMy506QGRnB37AXWODfGZcQKZ0OOa5sB1O9yAEls_WrvojcqC8lJxIKoMNOehYvQcRrEF_yY4YDdYfIrEI/s200/%D0%91%D0%B5%D0%B7%D1%8B%D0%BC%D1%8F%D0%BD%D0%BD%D1%8B%D0%B9.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484469113663533682" /></a>M.A.S.H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089435308656081544noreply@blogger.com0