The Dream
Posted: December 29, 2013 Filed under: Art, Painting/Drawing | Tags: 1940, 20th century, 40s, bed, death, dream, explosives, Frida, Frida Kahlo, Latin American Art, life, Mexico, mortality, Self Portrait, skeleton, Surrealism, surrealist Leave a comment
The Dream (The Bed). Frida Kahlo. 1940.
In this painting, as well as others, Frida’s preoccupation with death is revealed. In real life Frida did have a papier-mâché skeleton (Juda) on the canopy of her bed. Diego called it “Frida’s lover” but Frida said it was just an amusing reminder of mortality. Frida and the skeleton both lie on their side with two pillows under their head. While Frida sleeps the skeleton is awake and watching. The bed appears to ascend into the clouds and the embroidered vines on her bedspread seem to come to life and begin to entwine with her body. The roots at the foot of the bed appear to have been pulled out of the ground. The skeleton’s body is entwined with wires and explosives that at any moment could go off… making Frida’s dream of death a stark reality. In this painting and in others, Frida uses the “Life/Death” theme…the plants representing the rebirth of life and the skeleton representing death.
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The Dream Turns
Posted: December 5, 2013 Filed under: Art, Painting/Drawing | Tags: 1913, bananas, dream, fruit, Giorgio de Chirico, Greece, Italy, pineapple, portrait, sculpture, still life Leave a comment
The Dream Turns. Giorgio de Chirico. 1913.
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Human/Need/Desire
Posted: November 30, 2013 Filed under: Art, Sculpture | Tags: 1983, 80s, advertisements, Bruce Nauman, colours, commercial, desire, dream, hope, human, irony, language, lights, need, neon, words Leave a comment
Human/Need/Desire. Bruce Nauman. 1983.
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Mad Girl’s Love Song
Posted: October 30, 2013 Filed under: Poetry, Writing | Tags: American, Boston, death, dream, girl, love, love song, mad, madness, poem, poet, Sylvia Plath 1 CommentBy Sylvia Plath
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
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Observatory Time
Posted: September 27, 2013 Filed under: Art, Photography | Tags: 1930s, body, chess, dream, erotic, landscape, lips, lovers, Man Ray, nude, observatory, observatory time, sea Leave a comment
Observatory Time: The Lovers. Man Ray. 1936
