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Cassatt’s “Maternal Caress” shows the influence Japanese woodcuts had upon her work. This is seen in the the simplicity and clarity of design, the slightly raised perspective.
In ‘re-visioning’ the work, I kept with the japonesque style, I utilized sumi ink washes. The contours and details are charcoal and graphite. I decided to play with the flat sense of space and lack of modeling typical of the japonesque style by placing it in a virtual space with Adobe After Effects.
It’s not the first time (nor will it likely be the last), but I have, in conversation, recently been exposed to the notion that a story must have redemption in order to be a story. Or, to grant a slightly less drastic stance, stories lacking in redemption are not worthwhile stories.
In the most literal understanding of the above statements, I would utterly disagree with them. However, I know that the people that make such claims probably do not mean it quite so literally or as all-encompassing, because these are people that would affirm the legitimacy of tragedy as a narrative genre. Shakespeare, anyone?
It should be mentioned that most classical tragedies typically have a very strong didactic, so perhaps that is why tragedies–by carving out a redemption-shaped hole–are so widely accepted.
It’s a lacking example, as I am not a huge fan of the film, but the Coen brothers’ recent movie, Burn After Reading toys with storytelling for the sake of telling a story. It lacks redemption, and it offers no obvious lessons to be extracted. (I suppose the Coen brothers’ No Country for Old Men might also be an example, although the experience therein seems to bleed some hidden point or didactic that remains unmentioned). Was that a waste of my time? I would submit not.
I experienced narrative. I experienced professional composition of lighting, framing, blocking, etc. I experienced a snippet born of someone’s view of the world. I experienced humor. I experienced professional acting. And, to push my point a bit further, I experienced these things with my wife as well as the other people in the theater.
These things are important. Do you think they are important? Why or why not?
Steve Turner, in his book Imagine. A Vision for Christians in the Arts, writes:
By making truth the sole criterion [for works of art], Christians had often diminished the importance of human endeavor in the arts, and in doing this had deprived themselves of a wealth of cultural experience.
Then again, the truth that most concerned them was only part of the whole truth anyway. The complexities of human life were overlooked in a search for “the simple truth.” Christian fiction, for example, lacked the deep tecture of real life because its writers were merely using the form to evangelize people whom they imagined would be adverse to the gospel in any other form……Art tends to show rather than tell. It allows people the opportunity to experience another way of seeing the world…
…Some art is simply playful. It may be about nothing more than itself. It attempts neither to tell a story or make a point. A photographer’s eye is caught by the peeling paint on the door of a Mediterranean cottage. A poet toys with a combination of words that seems both magical and musical. A painter experiments with color and texture with all the joy of a child playing in a mud bath. A sculptor makes a three-dimensional pun.
Are you depriving yourself of actually experiencing storytelling or image-showing by focusing on what you are expecting or on what you think you ought to be seeing? Taking a step back, are you depriving yourself of actually experiencing art by focusing on what you think you ought to extract from art? Even further back, are you depriving yourself of actually experiencing Creation by focusing on what you think you ought to extract from it?
Art shows an expression. (Assuming you agree with it,) Propaganda utilizes the arts to tell you something that re-enforces what you believe. I am very guilty of preferring the latter.
When we subject ourselves to narratives, are we looking only for a statement–to be told something? When we watch movies are we only looking for redemption? Is redemption the only reason to tell stories?
Undoubtedly, there is something around every corner that groans for redemption. But, redemption itself is not (yet) around every corner. Life is much more complicated and frustrating than that if we were to be even slightly honest with ourselves.
And that is where I will wrap this up. Could the poor state of Christianity’s contemporary offerings to the world of art and culture be contributed to the fact that we are expecting Christian artists to depict the world in a certain, redemptive, truth-gushing-out-of-every-iota way. Are we encouraging our artists to be honest with themselves and their expressions? Or, are we encouraging them to focus on works that have evangelistic tones–be they subtle or explicit? Are we encouraging them to adhere to a single idea of what and why storytelling and art should be?
Don’t get me wrong. Illustrations are a valid genre of narrative and image. They are very useful. But, that is only one breed of story.
Illustration is not art is not propaganda. Be mindful of how you experience story and art and how you encourage artists. That is the strong didactic of this post.

Evangelicals lead man Josh Jones and I knocked out a promo for the upcoming release of the Evangelicals‘ sophomore album The Evening Descends. The aesthetic goal was “horror movie, highly effected, with a druggy other-ness”. Despite being strapped for footage, I thought we achieved said goal.
Intrigued? Their album release show will be free at OU’s Mitchum Auditorium @ 7:30 on January 24.

After a year or so of receiving the occasional advanced screening tickets for absolute garbage, I retired from my position as film editor for Boyd Street Magazine just in time to miss the free advanced screening tix for There will be Blood. Fortunately, a good friend took over my old position, and hooked a brother (and his wife) up.
Basically, some dude dubbed his own (incredibly well-sync’d) mix in place of the original soundtrack of various videos of some of rock history’s most well-known guitarists. The dubs are reminiscent of that guy you see/hear at Guitar Center a-rhythmically murdering bits and pieces of “Stairway to Heaven”. The genius behind these dubs is either an unknowing one that has too much time on his hands, or perhaps he has been commissioned to create some commentary on the death of rock (which probably happened sometime in the late seventies). Whatever the case, the product is surprisingly entertaining.
Alright… I’ll stop there, but you can click here for more.
Also, this…

Casu marzu (also called casu modde, casu cundhÃdu, or in Italian formaggio marcio) is a cheese found in Sardinia, Italy, notable for being riddled with live insect larvae. Casu marzu means “rotten cheese” in Sardinian and is known colloquially as maggot cheese.
Derived from Pecorino Sardo, casu marzu goes beyond typical fermentation to a stage most would consider decomposition, brought about by the digestive action of the larvae of the cheese fly Piophila casei. These larvae are deliberately introduced to the cheese, promoting an advanced level of fermentation and breaking down of the cheese’s fats. The texture of the cheese becomes very soft, with some liquid (called lagrima, from the Sardinian for “tears”) seeping out. The larvae themselves appear as translucent white worms, about 8 mm (1/3 inch) long. When disturbed, the larvae can jump for distances up to 15 cm (6 inches), prompting recommendations of eye protection for those eating the cheese. Some people clear the larvae from the cheese before consuming; others do not. (wikipedia)
All credit is due to good friend Russ Edwards for this one. I have known Russ for about six years. I continue to be astounded by his database of widely-forgotten 80’s music. By “widely-forgotten”, I mean that these songs were–by some means other than their actual creative/artistic worth–widely (or subconsciously) known, but almost completely washed from the popular mind with time, often now relegated to the realm of music one hears while on hold with a photocopier repair center.
This video is a perfect example of Russ’ gift.
Why did you know and forget this song? It was featured on the Short Circuit soundtrack. That’s why.
It’s bad for all the usual 1980’s reasons. But, what makes it worse is how absolutely confusing it all is. Perhaps a shoulder-padded Le DeBarge fan could enlighten me, but as I see it, there are three layers to the video that dysfunction off of each other.
The dialogue created by these layers smashed together makes amounts to babble… good, old-fashioned, uninspired babble.