I would just like to draw attention to the fact that the poster for The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986) totally apes the poster for The Breakfast Club (1985).
I think that deserves some recognition.
Can you imagine a time when people didn’t understand what the Impressionists were doing? (Okay. Maybe you still don’t, or you remember a time when you didn’t, maybe I have no idea what I’m talking about. Let’s chase this thought anyway.) The idea of painting the light. Everything we see is light, what could we possibly mean? These vision scientists are looking at the twilight and abstracting this new dimension for it. Getting estranged. Imagine the dreams they had. I know when I started studying photography and trying to understand the Zone system on sight (what’s my Zone 3?) my dreams became insanely lucid, unstable, paranormal. Around the time I started this blog, really.
It’s possible the some of the Impressionists were just painting paint. That’s revolutionary enough. I mean, that’s Shoegaze. Right? But this particular thing I’m talking about, I wonder who had it? Because there are so many different depths of awareness and experience, and all we have as evidence are the paintings themselves. (And their numerous biographies, excuse me.) It drives me crazy that an experience like that might have been lost or never articulated. That is life, anyway. Maybe I’ll find someone in the past one day, in a book. Someone familiar, but with a few choice words. And presto.
Abd Latif Maulan (Bentong, Pahang, Malaysia) - The Head Nerv Study, 2011 Drawings: Charcoal On Plywood
Peter Ilsted, Girl Reading a Letter in an Interior
Peter Vilhelm Ilsted