tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71646934233488198182024-03-19T13:31:41.023-07:00henry martin sculptureThis is an online sketchbook, but without sketches. The ideas are related to sculpture.henry martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09203524192275541230noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164693423348819818.post-19984356002192502412008-12-10T12:17:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:30:01.777-08:00Steps by Carlo Scarpa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl3YkQEEC4TAIuHQHj0ltr1SMCLJvDArumfkFvg_qUQvWo0mxd7q8ubQH9r_B6g_7DizE0XiFnNiVBBYflbhHgZTVocWhUU9k3n0_YKSJkmpvtbUIhP2gq79kDok7RRazL4uf680Hu8vVB/s1600-h/carlo_scarpa%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl3YkQEEC4TAIuHQHj0ltr1SMCLJvDArumfkFvg_qUQvWo0mxd7q8ubQH9r_B6g_7DizE0XiFnNiVBBYflbhHgZTVocWhUU9k3n0_YKSJkmpvtbUIhP2gq79kDok7RRazL4uf680Hu8vVB/s400/carlo_scarpa%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278258440044753730" /></a><br /><br />The Butterfly's attractiveness derives not only from colours and symmetry, deeper motives contribute to it. We would not think them so beautiful if they did not fly, or if they flew straight and briskly like bees, or if they stung, or above all if they did not enact the pertubing mystery of metamorphosis; the latter assumes in our eyes the value of a badly decoded message, a symbol, a sign.<br /><br />Primo Levihenry martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09203524192275541230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164693423348819818.post-8069937946626668742008-12-05T02:07:00.000-08:002008-12-05T02:15:54.706-08:00Nomad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8-PEnPHLA7ilg5clmMBAd4lk7hFgJ7E1MHDDjm8-yL2APGh6pxdEbKvaxQIEW4gZsvYTMkyoTbw-D9SK8ugFwJvgU_onuVP2-ftH-UgGxe8BDNifQC19sMo8QruqQYruJfjqCSnggtOvs/s1600-h/studioview1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8-PEnPHLA7ilg5clmMBAd4lk7hFgJ7E1MHDDjm8-yL2APGh6pxdEbKvaxQIEW4gZsvYTMkyoTbw-D9SK8ugFwJvgU_onuVP2-ftH-UgGxe8BDNifQC19sMo8QruqQYruJfjqCSnggtOvs/s400/studioview1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276247685475528162" /></a><br />Internal and external are intertwined. Subject exists in the object<br /><br />Kurt Schwittershenry martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09203524192275541230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164693423348819818.post-60059948134160919282008-12-04T04:01:00.000-08:002008-12-04T04:16:16.407-08:00Threshold<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQVMvTIpRJaszIo1c-ICl30Gjs98QLCWXxUAyTZsK3MN5RkLmLKwSv3tj7mYqaiFSjVDFlfXvrIotra7-k1SjEchWyuS_h-gPFjZ9XJsu284SGqP71VIy65PMdRhfdmrIWoYljcFClDVR/s1600-h/threshold1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 333px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQVMvTIpRJaszIo1c-ICl30Gjs98QLCWXxUAyTZsK3MN5RkLmLKwSv3tj7mYqaiFSjVDFlfXvrIotra7-k1SjEchWyuS_h-gPFjZ9XJsu284SGqP71VIy65PMdRhfdmrIWoYljcFClDVR/s400/threshold1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275907539904081618" /></a><br />From a physical standpoint, a black hole is a marvelously simple object, far simpler then the earth or a human being... When a black hole first forms, its horizon may have a grotesque shape and may be wildly vibrating. Within a fraction of a second, however, the horizon should settle down into a unique smooth shape. If the hole is not rotating, its shape will be absolutely spherical. Rotation, however, will flatten it at the poles just as rotation slightly flattens the earth.<br /><br />Kip S. Thorne 'The Search for Black Holes'henry martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09203524192275541230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164693423348819818.post-66107629253161887702008-04-21T03:40:00.000-07:002008-12-11T21:57:41.133-08:00Nomadic Object<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLxGrQa9zFV62DiGWzMZbo8XWGrD_R630XO7pRzzQ_MNnJxm0_21xm6F-M-jgeleJXsnyaxPnnUKJFdIEvwFLLcYMJzmH1VDUGjWTAE35PwGc3hN-zEFyOLxaz2lapPtelv9Y7sHUhRDFG/s1600-h/Nomadic+Object,+2007,+1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLxGrQa9zFV62DiGWzMZbo8XWGrD_R630XO7pRzzQ_MNnJxm0_21xm6F-M-jgeleJXsnyaxPnnUKJFdIEvwFLLcYMJzmH1VDUGjWTAE35PwGc3hN-zEFyOLxaz2lapPtelv9Y7sHUhRDFG/s400/Nomadic+Object,+2007,+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191646940988129778" /></a><br /><br /><br />The meaning of a work depends on the cooperation of the viewer. Those people who live without inner images, lacking imagination and the necessary sensitivity to generate their own set of mental associations, will see nothing at all. Tapieshenry martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09203524192275541230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164693423348819818.post-61550584260873107022007-11-26T04:27:00.000-08:002008-12-11T21:57:41.533-08:00Work in progress<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSL5WashCmVTig1_WvuhqiIN7e2mhayDbYSG4eGqEcT4mIPs5AFvaJJEFHfN0k12q9f4Li0KAxXK-hmOFRcSErYhvuYv_d9G5c7qW4R4kQTGXFdWxoYmDbMAJHjwjfY0Ad-WSeG2FiMn7Z/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137124837061524178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSL5WashCmVTig1_WvuhqiIN7e2mhayDbYSG4eGqEcT4mIPs5AFvaJJEFHfN0k12q9f4Li0KAxXK-hmOFRcSErYhvuYv_d9G5c7qW4R4kQTGXFdWxoYmDbMAJHjwjfY0Ad-WSeG2FiMn7Z/s400/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><br />Reality transcends its identifiable boundaries the longer one looks at it. Alcaide on Lucio Munozhenry martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09203524192275541230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164693423348819818.post-64074703608301011772007-11-22T12:46:00.000-08:002008-12-11T21:57:41.830-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAHtJw8RVK7yWBHgs2Xo9UHRXp5WJWTovIEMRnMnjDS1rvuiamnOuNdxbHB9UaBgpUk4jb-plz4PERu9MPfmgzi2zQgrjka4I3oVg7xjYmx36gTzQ_qBzcACQqXvyyx6XGSGeTXNqePfDf/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135769311023168194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAHtJw8RVK7yWBHgs2Xo9UHRXp5WJWTovIEMRnMnjDS1rvuiamnOuNdxbHB9UaBgpUk4jb-plz4PERu9MPfmgzi2zQgrjka4I3oVg7xjYmx36gTzQ_qBzcACQqXvyyx6XGSGeTXNqePfDf/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Antoni Tapies</p><p>'I want to communicate the things that I love and in which I believe, because I think that people can derive a general benefit from them.'</p>henry martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09203524192275541230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164693423348819818.post-86704582443263790182007-11-19T14:32:00.000-08:002008-12-11T21:57:41.982-08:00The Real Thing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGhDbfdGU-POPS00Yn5eDGPIHLnIqeUUK-g6Kx4uYzA8A8v3YWaxEMOQqbokDlKDl6ZKzePpHH0gyvBXf_fo1Y6zxxsN9Et0IdQ2GYss-euEIrxcadrFyYGjJZLvi1C10DOmzEFf_dKg6/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134683431621589682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGhDbfdGU-POPS00Yn5eDGPIHLnIqeUUK-g6Kx4uYzA8A8v3YWaxEMOQqbokDlKDl6ZKzePpHH0gyvBXf_fo1Y6zxxsN9Et0IdQ2GYss-euEIrxcadrFyYGjJZLvi1C10DOmzEFf_dKg6/s400/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>HENRY: (holding his cricket bat). This thing here, which looks like a wooden club, is actually several pieces of particular wood cunningly put together in a certain way so that the whole thing is sprung, like a dance floor. It's for hitting cricket balls with. If you get it right, the cricket ball will travel two hundred yards in four seconds, and all you've done is give it a knock like knocking the top off a bottle of stout, and it makes a noise like a trout taking a fly...(he clucks his tongue to make the noise). What we're trying to do is to write cricket bats, so that when we throw up an idea and give it a little knock, it might... travel...(he clucks his tongue again and picks up the script.) Now, what we've got here is a lump of wood of roughly the same shape trying to be a cricket bat, and if you hit a ball with it, the ball will travel about ten feet and you will drop the bat and dance around shouting 'ouch!' with your hands stuck into your armpits. (Indicating the cricket bat.) This isn't better because someone says it's better, or because there's a conspiracy by the MCC to keep cudgels out of Lord's. It's better because it's better.</div><div>Tom Stoppard</div>henry martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09203524192275541230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164693423348819818.post-73081210083049599412007-11-13T14:36:00.000-08:002008-12-11T21:57:42.166-08:00The Gulag Archipelago<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LAV9fMs6GEVXljgmg6LOQJcsiBNgVMmASC87IXtI9u80yTlfOHOUVfXdtC5uf_iYXRgfjISkOpscv998GmWJzk9dB5JhvsEmQrlC0s7X6oflzQS9DczJ8S-4sFlgCwEGnBo7AuM8ABGx/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132458859085363058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LAV9fMs6GEVXljgmg6LOQJcsiBNgVMmASC87IXtI9u80yTlfOHOUVfXdtC5uf_iYXRgfjISkOpscv998GmWJzk9dB5JhvsEmQrlC0s7X6oflzQS9DczJ8S-4sFlgCwEGnBo7AuM8ABGx/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The Gulag Archipelago<br /><br />'Alexander Dolgun invented a method of measuring his cell. The numbers 10/22 were stamped on the bottom of his prison bowl, and he guessed that 10 was the diameter of the bottom, and 22 the diameter of the outside edge. Then he pulled a thread from a towel, made himself a tape measure and measured everything with it. His cell was 156 by 209 cm.'henry martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09203524192275541230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164693423348819818.post-91291296775878355332007-11-13T14:31:00.000-08:002008-12-11T21:57:42.370-08:00Kurt Schwitters<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOQHrcINKmatrBrmYw1vBwOgB0fJqr3OtUgAfcfAQ2g254ZPKLgoPs0wEq5q3ikmo5xam9YbPH0k11vPQLwDJkIu1Cl2lsO8mLD3MPYYBZKcMYJIxuCjcYiqixmS-_aoST81diWIpZp8u/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132456299284854626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOQHrcINKmatrBrmYw1vBwOgB0fJqr3OtUgAfcfAQ2g254ZPKLgoPs0wEq5q3ikmo5xam9YbPH0k11vPQLwDJkIu1Cl2lsO8mLD3MPYYBZKcMYJIxuCjcYiqixmS-_aoST81diWIpZp8u/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Kurt Schwitters</div><div> </div><div>Great Moments in Art - </div><div> </div><div>'The Chancellor declares himself Fuhrer.</div><div>Portraits of Hitler and Goebbels arrive at the Hannover Artists' hall.</div><div>-</div><div>Here they are, friends.</div><div>Shall we hang them or simply stand them against the wall?'</div><div> </div><div> </div>henry martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09203524192275541230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164693423348819818.post-65062200265318872532007-10-13T07:23:00.000-07:002008-12-11T21:57:42.500-08:00Roland Barthes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8O7-pIzOcZa901ZhWzjS8YUB6HktynMwdAvAJ0RUy1T1bKZo4slPJ82ZaPOa7OHd6sSrU7JYLmsN5LtcypyxDQaqPwGO8KBx1DvKptrvVL0NZZ7RyK3VAGGerdfBpPSkXsz00ANDnhTS/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120827426774536946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8O7-pIzOcZa901ZhWzjS8YUB6HktynMwdAvAJ0RUy1T1bKZo4slPJ82ZaPOa7OHd6sSrU7JYLmsN5LtcypyxDQaqPwGO8KBx1DvKptrvVL0NZZ7RyK3VAGGerdfBpPSkXsz00ANDnhTS/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Roland Barthes<br /><br />'All this is Man's space; in it he measures himself and determines his humanity, starting from the memory of his gestures.'<br /><br />'Le Monde - Object'<br /><br />'The 3rd form of imagination of use of signs forsees the consequence of links, the bridges it extends to other signs; this is a 'stemmatous' imagination... hence the dynamics of the image here is that of an arrangement of mobile parts, whose combination produces meaning or, more generally, a new object.'henry martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09203524192275541230noreply@blogger.com0