Reality · The Comfort Zone

Two Cats: My New Cat And Misho.

This does have downsides for the cat, in that they have to be constantly on the alert which means they get very little sleep.
This is Bolly, who now lives with me.

Bolly, my new cat, was a cat that my friend Hendrik couldn’t really look after. Bolly kept pestering his younger cat, Timmy, and Hendrik couldn’t bear the fights – such as they weren’t. It is the nature of a mature cat to be territorial, they need this because they have to ensure their supply of food. Their territorial instincts are drawn from this reality and maintain the cat’s future.

This does have downsides for the cat, in that they have to be constantly on the alert which means they get very little sleep. Indeed, Hendrik mentioned that he could only get any sleep when the two cats were in different rooms. It wasn’t so much that fur flew or that blood was drawn; the occasional hiss was enough to keep him awake.

So much for the reality of the situation.

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A Human Menagerie · The Comfort Zone

The Unthinking Biochemist.

I was in conversation with a wannabe biochemist a few days ago. I say ‘wannabe’ because the gentleman in question is a retired electrical engineer. Well, you can imagine he knows a lot about electrons and a lot less about biochemistry.

That doesn’t stop him from believing in things – and the nature of belief is that it is unexplored and thus the belief is unfounded. In common parlance this is called an illusion. Continue reading “The Unthinking Biochemist.”

Economics · Modern Times

Shrink Wrapped Chicken.

The Difference Between Chicken In London And Budapest.

Commodities are sold by the kilo for a known price. Everything else has been pared away.
Shrink wrapped items on the supermarket shelf. The price is dependent on nothing more than its weight. . Everything else has been sliced off. It’s the ultimate expression of knowing the price of everything and the value of nothing.

It was a long time ago, when a friend from uni was a little boy and was sent to stay with his grandparents in Hungary. This would be in the sixties, when the eastern part of the capital, Budapest, was still semi-rural. Laszlo – Les to his friends who couldn’t pronounce his name – wondered what the brown fluffy birds were that ran about the streets. He was told that they were chickens. Baffled at this, he asked why they didn’t have plastic wrappers.

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Our Subconscious

Coming Clean On The Subconscious.

There are well over a dozen posts on the topic of the Subconscious, and twenty on my private blog. Yet in all of them I haven’t discussed the subject directly. However, there was a purpose in this: none of us can perceive our subconscious in any way. My rambling around the subject has been on account of this problem: putting the situation backwards meant that it’s been possible to describe the outward manifestation of the subconscious without speaking about it directly.

After all, nobody can see it, so speaking about it directly will imply that I am stark raving mad. Well, no few people think that already; the problem being that in telling me that I am mad, they inevitably demonstrate the nature of the subconscious. They do this by hanging themselves with their own rope (1).

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Our Subconscious

Two Portraits.

I presume the person is the upright column of rectangular blocks of colour. Given that this is a beach, it’s entirely possible that this is a lighthouse and the other blocks of colour are the person. With this level of communicativeness, it really is pot luck.
Nicholas de Staël, “Figure On The Beach” 1952.
Kunstsammlung Nordrhein Westfalen, Düssedorf

I was chatting with a friend on Facebook, which led me to post his earlier than planned.

It was two weeks ago that I visited the Museum de Fundatie in Zwolle, and their exhibition “Zie de Mens, 100 Jaar, 100 Gezichten” – See the man, 100 years, 100 portraits. I hadn’t really intended to go, it is modern art, after all. There were one or two pictures that were worth seeing – Isaac Israël’s portrait of a woman standing in front of van Gogh’s sunflowers most certainly was, and is to be the focus of an upcoming post.

This post deals with the freedom a painter has when it comes to putting a brush onto canvas. I mean, it is possible to paint practically anything and people from Picasso to Jackson Pollock have pushed the boundaries well beyond the sensible, leave alone the intelligible. Thankfully, this is an exhibition focussing on portraiture.

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A Human Menagerie · Modern Times

Rossella Biscotti ‘Il Viaggio’ (2016)

Is This Art?

This is a piece of art. It records the voyage of a block of stone.
If you don’t believe me, read on…

I was bored, and was looking for a museum to visit. The exhibitions at the Hague were dull; I’ve been to Rotterdam, Zwolle and Groningen in the last month to see their exhibitions. It struck me that I might visit the van Abbe museum of modern art in Eindhoven. One of my less visited galleries because it focusses on modern art. The kind of thing that either bores or baffles. Baffles, that is, if you have no concept of the subconscious. Since I and a few friends do, such exhibitions are just more boredom.

I know that there are many who get excited by modern art: it is conceptually new, breaks new ground by painting in ways that have never been painted before. Doing things that have never been done before.

Which is why Rossella Biscotti ‘Il Viaggio’ – The Voyage – had me in fits of giggles.

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