Few of us realize how much we owe the whalers, the prominant part they played in our history, the prosperity and wealth they brought to the infant Republic, or the influence their rough and ready lives had upon the civilization, exploration, and commerce of the globe.
-A. Hyatt Verrill, The Real Story of the Whaler, 1916

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  • 6 Times

    One of the six figures positioned between the Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art and the sea, from 6 Times, Antony Gormely’s recent permanent project. This figure is installed at Leith docks and will serve as a gauge for the height of the swelling and receding river water.

    Sigmar Polke

    German painter 02/13/41-06/10/10.
    RIP.

    Louise Bourgeois

    “My childhood has never lost its magic, it has never lost its mystery, and it has never lost its drama.”
    -Louise Bourgeois

    A maker for over six decades, Louise Bourgeois passed away May 31, 2010. My first experiences with Bourgeois’ work were mediated through interviews and essays, required readings for a sophomore art course. In 2007 the Tate Modern held a survey of her work, and I experienced a few rooms full of her drawings, prints, paintings, sculpture in varied materials; plaster, latex, bronze, marble. Her work was both dark and eerie, sometimes seemingly violent, and also full of beautiful, simple, quiet, minimal forms. Considered a pioneering feminist artist, Louise Beorgeois’ work has seemed to me, to be a bit less partial to any particular opinions, embracing an aesthetic that disregards agenda and utilizes autobiography, the mystery of making, and the object as a relic of memory. We’re grateful for her work, may she rest in peace.

    In dreams, you’re mine… all the time. Forever

    Dennis Hopper passed away last Saturday. He was one of my favorite actors. He will be missed.

    If you havent seen David Lynch’s Film Blue Velvet make sure to do yourself a favor and check it out. It is very bizarre. Hopper plays Frank Booth in the film and he says this:

    “Don’t be a good neighbor anymore to her. I’ll have to send you a love letter! Straight from my heart, fucker! You know what a love letter is? It’s a bullet from a fucking gun, fucker! You receive a love letter from me, and you’re fucked forever! You understand, fuck? I’ll send you straight to hell, fucker!… In dreams… I walk with you. In dreams… I talk to you. In dreams, you’re mine… all the time. Forever. ”

    When ever i think of Dennis Hopper i think of Hopper as Frank Booth, specifically that scene.

    Rest in Peace Dennis.

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