By Adela Toplean | November 29, 2007 - 9:50 am - Posted in life 'n art
Some people never take a single step without setting a trap first.
We are our own perfect victims and detractors. But we still kiss ourselves goodnight.

PS: OK. I am SO excited about the event, I bought each track at a time and I had to listen to each one twice before downloading the following. Such a wild impatience I didn’t experience since…well, since exactly two years ago.
While caught in the holy moment of the 2nd continuous playing, I can’t quite say many rational things about this amazing, unexpected Raising Sand. I tend to like “Fortune Teller”, the happy Everly Brothers “Gone, Gone, Gone”, “Polly Come Home”, “Stick with me Baby” and “Nothin’”, but that’s really just not relevant at the moment. One couldn’t need more to make a Christmas Eve work. One should come back later with more objective judgments though…

By Adela Toplean | November 26, 2007 - 11:07 am - Posted in life 'n art
It’s not that, after a certain age, we can’t do certain things anymore; it’s that we are so overwhelmed by this generic incapacitation that we never know for sure what exactly are those things that can’t be done anymore. So we end up fumbling and crumbling for anything at all; well, not without a certain subtle, intimate pleasure of spreading confusion and irritation amongst mates.

PS: new canvas at the left; it is called “No Name”. Give it a click.

PS2: and this is a Lefsetz post on McCartney, written in June. It makes you wanna be older and milder.

By Adela Toplean | November 22, 2007 - 9:56 pm - Posted in life 'n art
Yesterday evening I’ve read that kindness marks the end of innocence.
I must have thought about it myself, but never in such simple words. I must have read it before, but never out of an entangled context.
It’s a tragedy and it’s a relief: we, the grownups, are given the chance to be kind. We seldom take it. Playing the innocent or exalting the lost innocence is a thousand times easier. What we love most about innocence is its being “duty-free”: the innocent child is nontaxable; a grownup playing the innocent hopes he won’t be subject of taxation – that’s one mundane trick for solving perplexing spiritual affairs; something we always preferred over kindness which is, by the way, a damn hard thing to do. Kindness obliges. It’s all about awareness, understanding, self-sacrifice, empathy and courage; and all these are highly taxed commodities; like cigarettes, alcohol and gasoline.

PS: Sometimes I want the old David Bowie back. Some evenings I can’t cope with his chameleonic twisted musical personality. “The Prettiest Star” stays one of his most beautiful songs.
And Fleetwood Mac’s “Beautiful Child” is a quintessence of their best clichés. And one of those songs you could play over and over again when the night gets thick and mellow and the traffic outside your window slows down.

By Adela Toplean | November 19, 2007 - 10:43 am - Posted in life 'n art
I always thought that the notion of “possible” is like chewing gum: it stretches and it grows if you soften it enough. Then you can experience the flavor losing. Or make your own bubbles.

PS: New canvas called “Diana With The Black Sun”. I tried a few techniques that I’ve always wanted to use, but never had the courage. Till yesterday.

PS2: I was stuck into “Whole Lotta Love” and “Tangerine” this weekend. Who can beat Zeppelin? OK, OK: Small Faces.

PS3: I couldn’t keep it to myself: I’ve made two deep intramuscular injections without having any previous knowledge in the field. I’ve exercised my moves with an orange for about 3 minutes and then paah. The “victim” was extremely pleased and happy and felt no pain at all (which wasn’t exactly what he experienced with a professional medical assistant) and yes, you can call me “Handy”.

By Adela Toplean | November 15, 2007 - 10:37 am - Posted in life 'n art
Long-long time ago, gentlemen used to hunt the ladies they liked. Just a while go, the ladies went out hunting the gentlemen they found appealing. Nevertheless, today nobody’s hunting anybody. People of both sexes sit and wait. Sometimes, during weekends, people take other people for granted, as they come their way.
Ladies and gentlemen of all ages, colors and social conditions don’t bother to invest energy in hunting. Chasing is ridiculous and shooting is forbidden. Nobody’s wanting somebody else that much to consider chasing, nobody’s wanting a stable relationship that much to consider shooting.
Just as we say that we’re living in the (post-)postmodernist age, or that we’re coping with a post-Derridean ethics, or that we’re experiencing a postclimating crisis, we can also say that we’re directly engaged in post-relationships. People already live with the disillusion of the disengagement without ever being emotionally or officially tied to another person.
But why should we hunt really? Isn’t hunting degrading after all? No. Hunting is flattering. And healthy. For both, the hunter and the hunted. Hunting is a commitment in itself. And a paradoxical partnership between the “venturer” and the “victim”. Even if for a short time – if we talk about “professional romantics” – the hunting brings exclusivity: one hunter, one prey; and also brings very specific desirability-criteria that holds the prey valuable and the hunter all wised up and tuned in.
People should dare and should bother doing their worst and their best for the one they could love. Otherwise, they might as well hang their weapons on the wall and buy a good popcorn machine.

PS: Dare to see Christian Mungiu’s (prized with Palme d’Or) movie “4 Months 3 Weeks and 2 Days” . It might speak to you at the long last. Don’t try it with popcorn though.
As for the music, some old and new Nancy Sinatra could make a difference. Especially when it rains and it snows and you’re out of Earl Grey.

By Adela Toplean | November 12, 2007 - 8:12 am - Posted in life 'n art
Everybody has sparkling thoughts and intuitions, but not everybody’s used with taking these sparks seriously. This is what I have written, out of convincement, a couple of days ago.
Then I gave this generous statement a second thought. Thuswise a new intuition rose upon me like a full moon: well, not really everybody. There is a certain caste of people that are less endowed with dynamic thinking: the academics; the scholars. I live among them. I know them. They’re right here working their tails off, counting, lecturing, re-writing things that others wrote, borrowing formulations, learning theories by heart, workshop-ping, networking, suspecting behind the shallowest judgment a dangerous abysmal depth, taking for granted research trends, systems of thinking and schools, despising ambiguity, ignoring incongruity, detesting art and a profession de foi in general, misunderstanding Kuhn, using impossibly rigid words that nobody can follow, googling their sources, reading the first five and the last five pages of every book, badly juggling with concepts, overtrusting their research methods, making the worst out of the worst academic writing, never re-thinking their conclusions (because it’s not really them who produced such final judgments), sanctioning, disbelieving, simulating. They look smart and crafty simply because they operate within a safe paradigm while in fact their capacity of comprehension and discernment is vastly atrophied. They have a predictable and amazingly boring nature. These intuition-free, dispassionate beings are skeptical to reasoning, and reluctant to vigilance, vigor and verve.

PS: …and they probably despise Little Richard’s “Tutti Frutti” or Ramones’ “Rock ‘n Roll High School”; that’s why I will dedicate Dave Edmunds’ “Queen Of Hearts” to them.

By Adela Toplean | November 7, 2007 - 8:37 am - Posted in life 'n art
the+nap_90-90cm_adela_toplean People who believe in success are not necessarily the same ones who believe in themselves.  Success is one thing; man is another thing. At the end of the day, they’re two different affairs.
Lots of men who work hard for their triumph can barely look at themselves in the mirror, thinking they’re incompetent, ugly and thick. As the success grows, the turbulence and anxiety grow, the self-esteem goes down, the superstition goes up. Unable to master their own boom, people fear they can’t repeat it. And whenever they do repeat it, they don’t quite know how they did it. So they fear anyway; while desperately needing it again, and desperately trying to ritualize the gestures that once proved to be auspicious… Thuswise, the success is held sacred. And treated as such. The mysterium tremendum. The archaic people feared and worshiped the thunder; many modern people fear and worship their triumphal moments. In other words, they lose to their own success. Poor dear successful losers…

PS: very new canvas (95cm-95cm!) called “The Nap (And All The Wrong Things)”. Click on it for a bigger view.

PS2: As for the music, today I would go for the new and the old Rufus Wainwright. “Old Whore’s Diet” (from Want Two) sung with Antony is brilliant. Just as it is the good old “Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk”. And the new “Tulsa”, “Between My Legs” and “Going to a Town” that I have already suggested some time ago.

PS3: Free access to Sage Journals (over 485!!) till November 30! Now that’s just great. Hurry up, click here.

By Adela Toplean | November 2, 2007 - 10:41 am - Posted in life 'n art

Explanation: Earlier this morning, while googling something and eating my daily muesli, I came across my own old article about compromising. Since I never think twice before writing a blog text, it often happens to strongly dislike it the next day. In terms of one’s “literary” discipline, that’s inadmissible.

I know very well that a good text I have written (or a good painting I have done) is held valuable in the next day (or in the next years), when I manage to look at it with a cool eye. As a rule, I never check my blog archives because I need my daily peace of mind for concentrating on my (held serious for some reason) non-online projects; and the faulty lines found on this site may be a serious threat to my obsessive belief in perfection. Therefore, when I accidentally came across the text below, I was surprised not to be disappointed with it. So I thought of sharing it again. Since you, the ones reading my blog today, aren’t here from time immemorial…Repetition is good. Repetition makes life look safe. So: There are many ways of getting yourself compromised. And none of them is easy. As a matter of fact, making a good compromise is an art. You are supposed to know exactly where you stand; then to design every single step you need for “getting low”; and finally to have a very good preview-idea about how the compromised outcome should look like. Does any of these steps sound easy to you? A self-awarness, a suitable perspective on yourself, as an artist, is so rare that one simply can conclude right from the start that compromising is actually a too difficult job for ourdays artists. Because, as a premise, they first need to be valuable; you can’t come downstairs without previously finding yourself upstairs. When Bowie danced down the street in 1983 he knew the steps very well. He was actually a brilliant dancer. He artfully compromised his (dead by that time) Ziggy which makes me wonder if a commercial turning-point in one’s art, as long as it is made with highly valuable tools, can really be called “compromise”. It goes just the same with Cohen’s making use of synthesizers in the 80′s. He changed the beat, he kept the heart. As for us, the objective listeners, we just had to attest and accept the change of the musical tools while going on with worshiping the inner vibe.

I would say that a compromise is a fruitful compromise as long as 1. the artist did it on purpose, 2. it’s reversible, 3. it came straightly from an un-compromised past, 4. it leads to good outcome instead of sounding and looking ridiculous.

I would like to add a few comments regarding condition no. 1 and condition no. 4.

There is one thing to say concerning the 1st condition: I think that the very wise Sgt Pepper shows us a sort of “compromise in reverse”. Suddenly the whole previous Beatles’s “easy way” of making music was wonderfully relativized. Because only the mighty guys can “get dynamic”, sliding back and forth, making an impressive swerving and juggling. The “usual” guys are bound to walk their tight path over and over again.

As for the last 4th condition, there are many things to add. Some souls are so talented that, in the end, regardless of their style of singing/writing/painting, they cannot be but suitable and artful. I will give you one particular example from literature. Did you hear about Fernando Pessoa? He was a Portuguese poet that has published his works under three different names; moreover, behind the three names seemed to hide three totally different personalities: Alberto Caeiro was an apparently simple, symbolist poet, Ricardo Reis was a follower of the classical ancient style while Alvaro de Campos was a pure modernist. The three men were all brilliant. Pessoa handled his “multiple” personality with an infinite awareness. He needed Caeiro, de Campos and Reis for solving out all his creative moves that happened to be definite alike and valuable alike. Then Picasso himself had a particular creation period (around 1925) when he got more abstract than could anyone imagine by that time. Chagall got to learn how to make lithographs at a very late moment of his life and he earn good money by working in a printing studio. His prints are no less valuable than his paintings. A good artist is bound to create good art, regardless the topic, regardless the means, regardless the tools. A good compromise is, in this sense, a non-sense. A good compromise is, in this sense, a fine, dynamic art.
PS: I’ve recently read that Marie Fredriksson (from Roxette) said that she, from now on, doesn’t want to compromise anymore in her solo work. And I suddenly remembered that there is a certain category of artists that always talk about compromising more or compromising less even though they never really got low; or high. Not every life/art changing decision implies a slalom between compromise and uncompromise. I’m afraid one needs to go with one’s art from A to Z in order to gain the right to invoke or reject compromising…

PS2: foto taken from bowiewonderworld.com