Exploring Hans Andersen Brendekilde: A Master of Genre and Landscape Art | October 17 2024, 21:08

Today, I’m introducing the Danish artist Hans Andersen Brendekilde, one of the most renowned Danish painters of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Brendekilde is best known as a master of landscapes and genre scenes. By his time, color photography was already well established, fundamentally changing the philosophy of oil painting and the reasons behind what artists chose to create. Take a look at Brendekilde’s paintings—there’s a kind of warmth and softness in the light, with countless small details of interiors, clothing, and surroundings lovingly selected. Something very hard to do with the photography at that time.

Personally, I prefer his genre scenes over his landscapes. His landscapes often feel too loud and garish in color, without evoking much emotion. They’re beautiful and bright, but somewhat ordinary. With people, though, it’s a different story—each painting seems to carry an entire narrative within it.

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Historical Curiosities: From Fashionable Mouches to Milk Sickness | October 17 2024, 00:53

Curiosities — four items on various topics: about face patches, wigs, an architect, and milk sickness.

First: I’m reading that in England, during the 16th to 18th centuries, it was fashionable to wear artificial beauty marks, known as mouches (French for ‘fly’). Eventually, these beauty marks took on shapes like stars or crescents, worn on the face, neck, and shoulders. It is written that one lady had a carriage and six horses galloping across her cheeks. At the height of this fashion, people wore a multitude of mouches, probably looking as if they were swarmed by flies.

Interestingly, both men and women wore mouches, and they were reckoned to reflect a person’s political leanings depending on which cheek they were worn – on the right (by the Whigs) or on the left (by the Tories). Similarly, a heart on the right cheek meant that a person was married, and on the left, that they were engaged. They became so complex and varied that they spawned an entire vocabulary: on the chin called silencieuse, on the nose – l’impudente or l’effrontée, in the middle of the forehead – majestueuse, and so on throughout the head. In the 1780s, artificial eyebrows made of mouse skin briefly became fashionable.

Thus, stylized stickers and acne patches in the shape of stars and hearts are a modern counterpart to this trend. We await the modern equivalent of mouse-skin eyebrows.

Illustration: “The Morning: The Woman at Her Toilet by Gilles-Edme Petit, c. 1745-1760. The text below – “these artificial spots add ‘vivacity’ to the eyes and face. However, placed poorly, they could mar beauty.”

Second: It turns out that there was a condition called Milk sickness in the USA. At the beginning of the 19th century, it claimed thousands of lives among settlers in the Midwest, especially around the Ohio River and its tributaries. The essence of it was that a seemingly healthy cow would start giving milk that could quickly “knock one off their feet” in the worst case, or just cause severe suffering from vomiting and pain if you were luckier. The culprit was a plant the cow ate, known as white snakeroot, but, of course, no one told it what was safe and what was not. Anna Pierce Hobbs Bixby is credited with figuring out the cause. She was told about it by a Shawnee woman she had befriended, after which Bixby conducted experiments to observe and document evidence.

Bonus curiosity about Benjamin Latrobe, the architect of the Capitol in our Washington. Finished college, tried building something in Europe, didn’t work out, his wife died, went bankrupt, the guy decided to drop everything and move to the States. Met Washington’s nephew and the rest is history. Seven years after moving, he was already building the Capitol, and before that, he designed several other important buildings today (Philadelphia Bank, original jail in Richmond, etc.). Basically, networking — it’s important, and it’s crucial in moments when things just aren’t going right to just take everything and change it.

About wigs, it’s even more interesting. From the mid-17th to the early 19th centuries, men wore wigs so massively that the fashion lasted a whole 150 years. Wigs were made of anything: human and horse hair, silk, goat wool, cotton thread, and even wire. They were very expensive — up to 50 sterling pounds each — and were considered such valuable property that they were bequeathed by inheritance. The bigger and heavier the wig, the higher the status of its owner — hence the expression ‘bigwig.’ Since wigs were often stolen, they were the first things robbers grabbed.

Wig maintenance was also a hassle. Once a week they were sent back for “rebaking” to re-curl the locks — this process was called fluxing. From the 1700s it became fashionable to sprinkle the wig with white flour daily (incidentally, “to sprinkle one’s head with ashes isn’t about this. It’s from the Bible, used as a symbol of repentance, mourning, and admission of guilt). When a wheat shortage hit France in the 1770s, it triggered massive riots — people were outraged that scarce flour was being used on aristocrats’ heads instead of bread. By the end of the 18th century, colored powders, especially blue and pink, became popular. The powdering process was a whole ceremony: they put on the wig, covered the shoulders with cloth, put the face in a paper funnel (so as not to suffocate), and a servant would spray powder on the head using bellows.

Some aristocrats took style to the next level: one prince hired four servants to simultaneously spray different colored powders, through which he dramatically walked. Lord Effingham kept a whole five French masters just to care for his hairstyle.

By the way, women’s hairstyles were not that simple either. They were built on a wire frame, and for volume, they added wool and horsehair. The height of some women’s hairstyles reached 75 centimeters, so that the ladies barely fit in carriages and sometimes had to ride sticking their heads out the window. There were even instances when hairstyles caught fire from chandeliers, sometimes ending tragically. Of course, the hairstyle wasn’t dismantled for months, maintaining its shape with paste, and to avoid disrupting the structure during sleep, they slept on special wooden supports. Notably, there were significant hygiene issues: the hair was teeming with insects, and one lady even lost a child after discovering a mouse nest in her hairstyle in the morning, having been deeply shocked.

But the fashion for wigs among men sharply ended at the beginning of the 19th century. So much so that desperate wigmakers petitioned King George III to make wearing wigs obligatory. But the king refused. Old wigs were then used as household rags. Today, wigs are still worn in British courts — they still wear horsehair wigs, costing about 600 pounds, which are customarily soaked in tea to give them an old-fashioned look — after all, a too-new wig might give away an inexperienced lawyer.

All this — for the sake of fashion!

Tracking Yuki’s Recurring “Uuuu” Mode and Behavioral Shifts | October 16 2024, 16:58

Yuki has switched into “uuuu” mode again. The previous instances were –

* March 15, 2022,

* October 27, 2022,

* February 2, 2023,

* April 1, 2024, lasting four days.

Behavioral changes during this period include:

1) Suddenly, he likes to walk. Usually, he doesn’t. Despite having constant access to the yard, he specifically requests a walk. He might approach the door and knock on it with his paw. Normally, at the word “walk,” he scurries to the third floor.

Now, he watches your mouth when you speak to him. He constantly waits, anticipating it might be an invitation to go for a walk. He pounds on the window with his paw (see video in the comments).

2) On walks, he sticks his nose into the grass every five minutes, and it’s quite a task to pull him away. Usually, this seldom happens, but now it’s all the time.

3) He might sit and watch the sunset for half an hour. What goes on in his little head, who knows. Oh, and yes, he howls.

4) Unstable appetite. If you put meat on top of his food, he doesn’t even look at it. However, if somehow a small piece of meat is swallowed, he will likely finish the rest. But this change isn’t pronounced, as he’s usually not very greedy for food. He’s eaten just the bare minimum all his life.

The Boy and the Heron | October 14 2024, 18:15

We watched “The Boy and the Heron” by Hayao Miyazaki yesterday (original Japanese title: “How Do You Live?”). After viewing it, of course, I scoured the internet searching for answers to my questions.

Here I am, considering myself educated and well-rounded, yet some films and sometimes cartoons trigger an “I must be the dumbest person alive” complex.

It all started with Mulholland Drive. According to the reviews, everyone who watched it seemed to grasp the depth of the director’s vision, except maybe for some details, but I remember watching it and barely understanding anything. Then, of course, after reading various reviews and discussions on the subject, I watched it a second, and then a third and a fourth time. Now, indeed, a lot of it makes sense, but it feels like cheating. I couldn’t figure it out on my own. Well, that’s Lynch for you; his works are always like that.

Sometimes it seems that a director just shoots whatever, and then someone in the reviews starts connecting the plot dots, which picks up, deepens, and becomes rationalized, and suddenly there’s meaning even where there was none by design. This is partly why directors dislike discussing the “what did the author want to say” topic. What I wanted to say, I’ve said; the rest is up to you.

Or take something like “Barbie.” I watched it and saw nothing noteworthy, but then you start reading, and it turns out it’s a work of art where everything is interconnected. Or “Asteroid City” by Wes Anderson. If I’m honest, I didn’t even finish watching it.

And now there’s “The Boy and the Heron.” It’s brilliantly made from every perspective. But the depth and complexity of the meanings really raise the bar high for viewers who want to fully understand the film.

I categorize such works as “stop thinking and just watch how awesomely it’s made; maybe you’ll get it later.” With Mulholland Drive, it worked, and it did with Lars von Trier’s “Melancholia” as well. This approach even worked for me with the recent “Deadpool and Wolverine,” where I clearly lacked the context to grasp the director’s vision, but in the moment, everything was beautiful and captivating, boom boom bam. But, damn, a bunch of people around me see much more than I did. And it’s comics! A product for the masses. Am I dumbing down?

It’s great, of course, that films are made in such a way that each audience finds something commensurate with their education, exposure, understanding of the context, etc. When a film’s structure is nonlinear, full of visual metaphors, where symbolism is more important than the plot and can be interpreted in different ways, when a film rather provokes the viewer to feel and interpret what’s seen than to follow a clear narrative — this all requires from the viewer a rather high level, I don’t know, of IQ or thoughtfulness. How such films collect big box office and ratings when most people going to cinemas are somewhat obtuse, and I often classify myself in this category when I leave another “complex” movie.

You know what it’s like? It’s like someone who grew up on rock, bards, and chanson goes to a Wagner opera, something from “The Ring of the Nibelung” or “The Master-Singers of Nuremberg,” and then finds everyone around is amazed, while despite trying hard, he understood little.

So, if I am not the only one, give a thumbs up 🙂

Eldar Eshaliev | October 13 2024, 14:55

An intriguing Ukrainian artist, Eldar Eshaliev (b. 1984, Kharkiv). His oeuvre often reveals a marked alignment with Andrew Wyeth’s style, clearly by design. Perpetuating the legacy of celebrated artists is a formidable challenge. Should you lag behind, critics decry you for “imitating the master,” while success brings accolades of “continuing the tradition.” In either scenario, a certain derivative quality is inescapable.

The transition of the artist from a decidedly Impressionist style to one reminiscent of Wyeth remains somewhat enigmatic. Nonetheless, as evident, he has mastered it. Examine his first two pieces—they seem crafted by two distinct artists. Additionally, he maintains a series of cityscapes, equally grounded in Impressionism.

It is rumored that the grass depicted in some paintings showcases a unique technique devised by the artist himself, employing walnut oil instead of white paint.

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Amtrak’s Car-on-Train Travel to Miami: Cost and Process | October 13 2024, 12:28

Some time ago, Amtrak came up with an interesting business model — travel by train with your car — and now it’s being advertised to me on Facebook. Clearly, it’s for those who, for some reason, find it important to drive around Miami in their own car, but don’t want to make the fifteen-hour drive themselves.

So, there’s a special station where you arrive, hand over your keys, and head to boarding. Your car is loaded into a special wagon, and in Florida, both you and your car are unloaded, and you drive to your hotel on your own wheels.

For a standard-sized car, they charge over $500, plus the train ticket itself, which can cost anywhere from $100 to $280 depending on when and how far in advance you buy the ticket. A motorcycle costs $310.

Neil Carroll | October 12 2024, 22:01

Today, I’m sharing these thematically simple paintings by British artist Neil Carroll. All of them depict everyday kitchen objects against a dark background. Many of them are quick sketches that likely didn’t take more than a few hours to complete (most canvases are about 6″ wide, give or take). Carroll has turned this into a steady output, and online, you can find hundreds of similar yet distinct paintings, all in a consistent style.

But what’s so special about a painting of an apple or a lemon with side lighting on a dark background? It’s practically a student sketch—art school students have piles of these gathering dust in the back of their closets. Yet once you gather at least a dozen of these uniform paintings, completed in a consistent style, suddenly it becomes “real” art, and the artist is lauded for carving out their niche. The more they create, the more firmly they establish themselves in that niche.

It’s a straightforward formula: do what you enjoy and remain consistent in your style and approach.

What’s also captivating about such simple objects is observing how the artist distinguishes between what’s significant and what’s not. I’ve gleaned a lot of intriguing insights and now I’m eager to try my hand at it having studied Carroll’s techniques. So, expect some ketchup paintings from me soon.

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The Surprising Origins of the Word “Crap” | October 12 2024, 13:41

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Interestingly, the first properly functioning toilet flush device was invented by a dude named Crapper. Moreover, the meaning of the word crap is actually due to the fact that every tank was branded T. Crapper & Co. Sanitary Engineers. Joseph-Ignace Guillotin, Rudolf Diesel, Étienne de Silhouette, Louis Pasteur, Pierre de Coubertin, and others are quietly envious.

Evolution of Personal Tech: A Nostalgic Journey Through Mobile Phones and PDAs | October 12 2024, 01:49

Do you remember your first mobile phones and PDAs? I wasn’t exactly making a lot of money, but somehow I managed to buy them.

My first was a Philips Aeon. 1999. Beeline, DAMPS. This little brick was eating up twenty-five cents per minute of talk. I was spending around 600 rubles a month, earning 1200 at the time. It had a green glowing screen. For lacking a mobile communication license, I ended up in a cell with prostitutes one night, arrested by the cops. This happened on my way to the store for some food from the office where I was overnighting, as it was farther to go home. I wasn’t released until I paid 100 rubles.

After that came the Motorola CD930. Heavy and indestructible.

Next was the metallic Benefon Q. Stylish, beautiful, golden. It even had a browser 🙂 WAP.

Then there was the LG 600 flip phone. With two screens, one on the lid and another inside. It had a great Korean joke — 70 characters in the address book for a number, and 10, I think, for a name.

Then came the chic Siemens S65. This one had a color screen.

After that was the wonderful Sony Ericsson K790i. It was the most comfortable phone as a phone. If only the buttons weren’t so close together.

Then came the era of touchscreens. I got a Glofiish X500+ (E-Ten). This was already a PDA with a stylus and GPS on Windows CE. And it had GPS!

Among PDAs, I had two Toshibas – e310 and e740. The latter could connect to the Internet via WiFi.

And before all that was a Casio Cassiopeia A-20. It was a precursor to laptops. It had Excel installed.

Among Android devices, I had the Samsung Galaxy Note II. There was also a Samsung Note 4.. With a fingerprint scanner, and the resolution back then was impressive. In 2015

Among tablets, there was the Samsung Galaxy Note 10.1, then iPads.

Then began the era of iPhones. I missed the first iPhone, the second – 3GS I drowned in tea. Then I bought an iPhone4.

Well, then came more iPhones. It’s boring to list them all. Probably updated every generation, now iPhone 15 Pro Max.

And before mobile communications, I spent a couple of years with a Midland Alan 42 radio station. It could be used as a phone. You had to call a special lady on 27MHz who would “connect” you to a telephone subscriber. I mean, she dialed the number and held the radio station to the phone. And vice versa. If they called her, she would shout to reach me. I paid monthly for this service.

And around that time, I also had a Motorola pager.

Cameras… Among digital ones there was a Canon PowerShot Pro 70, Sony Cyber-shot DSC F505, for a compact camera Canon PowerShot SD630, then Canon 40d, and I’m still using a Canon 6d