By Adela Toplean | February 27, 2007 - 9:39 am - Posted in life 'n art
I wonder how many gentlemen are aware of the fact that nowadays women repress a huge need of meeting them halfway.PS: Lobo’s song “Me & you & a dog named Boo” is either unknown or underrated. But it’s 100% pure melody; that’s rare.

By Adela Toplean | February 25, 2007 - 12:36 pm - Posted in life 'n art

The psychoanalyst is sure enough born to be a poet. Last night I’ve come across one piece of fine art in Eliade’s journal. Here’s the fragment full of artistry: “…the definition of man given by an English psychoanalyst: we are born mad; then we acquire morality and become stupid and unhappy; then we die.”

No cognitivist engineering can ever beat this!

PS: very new canvas above: “The Chaos”. 13 hours of continuous work just to end up by hating the lady. Click on her to see the gentlemen in full-size.
PS2: I grow more and more fond of David Hockney; am beginning to understand his interest in water.

By Adela Toplean | February 19, 2007 - 11:00 am - Posted in life 'n art
Lucidity borders on agony. Big, boring words that nobody needs really.

By Adela Toplean | February 14, 2007 - 8:00 am - Posted in life 'n art
Love is something inscrutable that tears you down and builds you up again in three days, all wrong and shining.PS: Hurry, hurry, buy Helena Josefsson’s new single “Never, never”, otherwise you won’t make it, you won’t make it through the day, this day…

By Adela Toplean | February 10, 2007 - 11:13 am - Posted in life 'n art

I am obsessed with re-doing. I redo canvases, I redo texts, I redo relationships. All my paintings, all my studies, my human connections and even my blog posts are revised, “corrected”, “re-thought” in the name of some annoying, ridiculous sense of “perfection” that ruins all impetuosity and makes me look risibly committed to all sorts of negligible matters.

My dream would be all about being a quitter for a week. You know, just doing small talk, something that I’ve never let myself in. Just for a week. Giving up my absurd demands and contemplate in fascination my impuissance and this oh so naturally flowing world.

PS: Françoise Hardy’s early albums shouldn’t miss from anyone’s collection. It is more than atmosphere music. It is atmosphere inducing music. It makes you feel less ridiculous.

PS2: the sketch above didn’t deserve a name; maybe I’ll turn it into a real painting some day; anyway, today’s painter is coming from the other side: Francis Bacon. It makes you think that grotesqueness and ridiculousness are humans’ second nature. No worries then. As John Cage said, after all, everyone’s in the best seat…

By Adela Toplean | February 8, 2007 - 3:54 pm - Posted in life 'n art
People are less disturbed by cognitive dissonances than they would like to admit. They do all they can to look alarmed, exasperated and vexed when two conflicting thoughts insist to dwell in their heads, but they’d actually manage to live on with their incompatible cognitions, feeling complicated and somehow satisfied.
As a matter of factly, we ceased to need a highly coherent and a highly relevant image of who we are. We could hardly sum ourselves up. We’d rather not. I know a housewife who’s a convinced feminist. How brave. And I know a guy who… nevermind.
We don’t go the whole figure anymore, so we get estranged from ourselves. Oh dear, oh dear. Living dangerously in modernity.PS: … Françoise Hardy’s “La Nuit est sur la ville” and everything falls back into place. Thank God.

By Adela Toplean | February 6, 2007 - 2:40 pm - Posted in life 'n art
Just found this site. It has it all. And the list of links left me speechless.
Is death “more public” than I thought it to be? I wouldn’t say that. Death is wonderfully resisted by being included in the project of life. Our awkward “self-management”of life remains successful as long as it doesn’t (publicly) admit that a clear-cut dissociation between life and death is impracticable. And the internet is a wonderful medium for a thick “black market” of manufactured death receipts. Thumbs up for the coolest ways to pop off!
PS: …and the skull above is not a real skull, it’s just a fancy belt of course.PS2: Lately I was so busy, I couldn’t afford to laboriously listen to an album from A to Z. Today I was just as busy as yesterday and the day before etc. But when a friend asked me the simplest question (“did you dig any music lately?”), I’ve realized how deplorable my excuse was. And here I am, sitting, postponing the finishing of the article for listening, from A to Z(ombies), Oddessey & Oracle. It is a breathtaking album, no less beautiful than Small Faces’ Ogden’s Nut Gone Flake. Tonight I’d go for “The Butcher’s Tale” and “Hung up in a Dream” simply because they’ve never been my favourites and that was an outrageous injustice. “A Rose for Emily” reminds me, for some reason, of Franz Ferdinand’s “Eleanor put your boots on”. And “Time of the Season” has been and will always be in my Top 5 Singles of All Time. This little British band had too little impact in the 60s and was buried way too soon. Not that they’ve reinvented the music, but their harmonies are subtle and well-structured. Well…