So, the real post is going to happen soon. I’ve been digging about on Caprica (one of my externals) looking for a Humanities lecture I did awhile back so that it can be updated for next week.
Don’t y’all wish that you were having this much fun?
Honestly, the lecture’s always fun (I essentially do “Why the 20th and 21st Centuries Went Collectively Wiggy and How Contemporary and Modern Conceptual Art Reflect That Wigginess.” Yeah, it’s a bit of a wordy idea.), but the putting it all together and deciding which artists and art to talk about while balancing the idea of thinking critically about art and what constitutes art is always a horror.
…maybe, I should do it as a Prezi this year. Give everyone motion sickness.
So, I shall leave y’all with this: images from The Cell, one of the strangest, visually stunning, and oddly interesting movies about serial killers I think I have ever seen.
It was on this morning (great time for it to air, right?), so it’s kinda been rattling about in my head all day.
Beautiful and gory and visceral. Oh, happiness. <–I’m like the only visual artist in the universe that actually enjoys horror movies; an entire Art Department thought I was weird because of this. I’m not kidding.
If the aesthetic seems familiar to y’all, it might be because Tarsem Singh directed it, and he also directed REM’s music video “Losing My Religion” and was also influenced by Mark Romanek‘s Nine Inch Nail’s videos for “Closer” and “Perfect Drug.”
“Losing My Religion” REM
Tarsem’s influences can be seen to cross years and genres here. Not only does this scene have some of the feeling of Caravaggio, but it also has influences from prayer cards and Mexican art. Catherine becomes a saint, an almost-Joan-of-Arc image crossed with Saint George killing the dragon. Or even Saint Michael with his fiery sword.
“Perfect Drug” Nine Inch Nails
The costume design is magnificent and designed by Eiko Ishioka, who died earlier this year. *SAD* She also designed the costumes for Bram Stoker’s Dracula, which is another one of those movies that I absolutely love.
It almost seems like cheating to riff off of Damien Hirst. *shrugs*
Okay, I’m off. They’ll be something more than “Hey, look at the pretty, creepy pictures that totally influence my art in a assbackwards kind of way if you know where to squint” post here soon. Take heart.