Why am I sure that no car is more beautiful than the 1964 Buick Riviera? In marlin blue, of course.
"Perge modo et qua te ducit via dirige gressum," said Venus to Aeneas.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Fortunato Depero
Look at this collision of images arranged like postage stamps in an album and feel the euphoria of futurist Fortunato Depero. The one question we are usually incapable of answering about ourselves is why we are each drawn to a particular style or dialect or sound or color scheme. What is it about Depero's work that gives me that good feeling? What is it about the cadence of southern American fiction of the last century? Why the Mamas and the Papas more than the Beach Boys? Why Laura Nyro? Doctors can tell you why your head aches, but they can't tell you why your heart knows that the only place you'll ever get a decent night's sleep is in the impeccable feng shui of the attic of the Chrysler Building.
Why am I sure that no car is more beautiful than the 1964 Buick Riviera? In marlin blue, of course.
It is said that all artists inescapably fashion replicas of themselves. But if we are mystified by our own references and by our output, is it safe to conclude that we will never really know ourselves?
Why am I sure that no car is more beautiful than the 1964 Buick Riviera? In marlin blue, of course.
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2 comments:
That Riviera is a beauty. I remember it well.
Nice work. I came across your blog while “blog surfing” using the “Next Blog” button in the Nav Bar at the top of my blogspot blog. I occasionally just check out other blogs to see what others are doing.
It´s a Gods gift to Human kind...and I got one in my garage. In marlin Blue!
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