Almost as if it knew naarmamo was coming up...

[capri0mni]

My PBS Station aired the series "Simon Schama's Power of Art," Monday nights from June 18 through July 30 (I was quite disapointed, this last Monday, when I didn't get a teaser for the next program).


The last program, on Mark Rothko, may have inspired Today's NaArt, just a bit.

I'm sorry I didn't rave about it while it was running, but here is a multi-media, interactive, website that hits the series' main points (and it's fairy gentle on broadband, too, considering):

http://www.pbs.org/wnet/powerofart/

I woke up at the ridiculously early hour of 6 am. And so I caught an old episode of Mister Rogers' Neighborhood. And what was Mister Rogers talking about today, Internet Neighbor? Why, all the different ways you can share what's inside you through art -- whether it's with a dance, or a painting, or a poem, or clay...

It's a conspiracy of the Universe, I tells ya!! :-)

Comments

[rob-t-firefly.livejournal.com]

Hey, WNET! That's my neck of the woods.

Maybe I have the insomniac sillies, but the URL for that site amuses me greatly.

[capriuni.livejournal.com]

It used to be my neck of the woods... I still get warm fuzzies when I see its logo on my local tv station.

Trust Thirteen to do the really cool art shows...

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Well, no wonder... who wouldn't be amused by "Power O'Fart"?

[leenah.livejournal.com]

i ADORE rothko.

[capriuni.livejournal.com]

yeah... As I was watching the program, I was remembering seeing the real live Rothkos on museum walls during field trips to Manhattan. And even on my dinky tv screen, the images were jaw-dropping.

And Schama closed the series by almost saying in so many words that Rothko pwns everyone else when it comes to Art Power...

[leenah.livejournal.com]

harvard had rothko make panels to decorate their faculty club. after some time, the panels were in poor shape, so they were taken down and stored.

a number of years ago now they were brought out of storage and displayed at a harvard museum.

they had a room to themselves. i sat in front of them for at least a half hour, just drinking them in.

it's like being in church, but the religion has no name and no words, because words and names cannot begin to encompass the whole.