— Massimo Vignelli
— Massimo Vignelli
Deep cultivation lies in joy, great beauty lies in innocence. From ancient times to the present day, good artworks have always been a perfect combination of learning and personality. A painter’s life is a boundless conversation among humanity, nature and history, producing the kind of learning that is tempered in the crucible, and entailing the process of life. The process is the result. Learning is creating. Existence is reality. Truth lifts up beauty. Only seeking the erudition of growing together with life can be called true erudition. Only seeking the limitless “absolute existence” can be called the true joy of “happiness in the midst of hardship.”
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“The Colombian novelist Gabriel García Márquez, who unleashed the worldwide boom in Spanish literature with his novel 100 Years of Solitude, has died at the age of 87.”
“Asked in 1981 about his ambitions as a writer he suggested that it would be a ‘catastrophe’ to be awarded the Nobel prize, arguing that writers struggle with fame, which ‘invades your private life’ and ‘tends to isolate you from the real world”.
“I don’t really like to say this because it never sounds sincere,’ he continued, ‘but I would really have liked for my books to have been published after my death, so I wouldn’t have to go through all this business of fame and being a great writer.”
One day, when my Armenian relatives stop being curious about the way I dress and my current hairstyle, I will grow a proper beard. Until then I’ll just “keep calm” and read about people with best beards on music blogs. Like the piece below.
“Sebu Simonian of Capital Cities not only had the best beard at Coachella — luxuriant, Rasputin-like — he may currently have the second-best facial hair in the Western Hemisphere (behind James Harden of the Houston Rockets, of course). The rest of the band ably backed up the beard, not oust with matching white dinner jackets, but an super-fun set of trumpet-heavy dance.”
Source: Rolling Stone
There is something magical about women with moustaches and thick eyebrows. Mexican painter Frida Kahlo (1907–54) understood this very well. “She is often called a Surrealist but she never felt comfortable with the label, referring to Andre Breton and his gang as ‘coo-coo lunatic sons of bitches’. ‘I never painted dreams.’ she wrote, ‘I painted my own reality.’ From the age six, when she first contracted polio, this reality was more or less defined by pain”
“On 17 November 1925, when she was only eighteen, Frida was travelling home from school on a bus when a tram hit it broadside on. She broke her back, pelvis, collarbone, ribs and right leg (in eleven places) and dislocated a foot and a shoulder. A piece of metal handrail also pierced her vagina. Although she was expected to die, after more than a year prostrate in bed, she recovered.”
“Her father, a photographer (and an artist himself) rigged up a mirror and various contraptions over her bed so that she could see and draw objects in the room. It was this that led Frida to become an artist. In the remainder of her life, she underwent thirty-five surgical operations (as well as several abortions and miscarriages) and her art almost always revolved about her body, her pain and her suffering, sometimes in shockingly realistic detail.”
The American type designer Frederic Goudy drew this letters(above) in 1921 as the basis for Garamond, which was released later as “No. 248,” by Lanston Monotype Co. The drawings were the first step in the production of the typeface.
Cyrillicsly — initiated by Maria Doreuli and Krista Radoeva — is a blog dedicated to sharing knowledge about the Cyrillic script amongst the curious and the professionals alike. One of the aims of the blog is “to clarify subjects that have not been thoroughly investigated until now,” regarding the Cyrillic; which is the national script of countries such as Russia, Ukraine, Bulgaria, etc.
“It was July 2011 and the celebrations began at Armine’s house, where she was getting ready with her friends. It is traditional to have two wedding parties, beginning at the bride’s village and ending at the groom’s. The day is long, there are lots of formalities – and even more drinking, eating and dancing. It was a challenge for me to keep moving and not to drink too much vodka, or eat too much of the delicious homemade cheeses and meats.” Writes photojournalist Anastasia Taylor-Lind.
“This photo(above) was taken at the second celebration, in Artak’s village. Artak and Armine are sitting in between their ‘best couple’ – a pair who have been married for a few years and whose job it is to be their guardians, a bit like god parents. They will guide them through marriage, giving advice and support.”
Source: the Guardian.
William Saroyan (Fresno 1908 - Fresno 1981), was an American-Armenian novelist and playwright who wrote many inspiring works of literature. His main writings include; My Name is Aram, The Human Comedy, The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze and My Heart’s in the Highlands.
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