No Ordinary Time

This time, I was on a mission: shoot the clock at the Musée d’Orsay in ways its never been shot before. I didn’t use a camera filter, but I did use a filter in the environment of the museum itself. And it was a complete mind-frack for the passing people. They looked at me as if I was crazy. Then, they would point their camera in the normal light, with nothing obstructing their view as if to say, “Duh, if you want a picture of the clock, this is how you’re supposed to do it!”

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I Have Nothing to Say, And I’m Saying It

I know what you’re thinking. There’s no dog in this month’s masthead. But like the real Europeans they’ve become, Loki and Juno insisted on taking this month off from working, like everyone else. Don’t worry, their regular photos will back this week. I convinced them that taking time off modeling for a masthead was like a month of vacation in dog time. Suckers.

So this month’s masthead is inspired from Gerhard Richter, who exhibited a series of abstract paintings, “Cage” at Tate Modern in London. The series  is a tribute to American Composer John Cage, who’s quote “I have nothing to say, and I’m saying it” resonates with Richter’s own ideas.

It sounds so Seinfeld.  A painting about nothing. A song about nothing. Blogs about nothing.

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Searching for Van Gogh

While I appreciated the ruins we visited in Provence–no, really I did–I desperately wanted to take in some art, or at least the landscape that inspired the artists in this area. I love art. I especially love the work of tortured artists. Paintings, drawings and sculpture by prisioners, neurotics, psychotics or just plain loopy people fascinate me.  So after a day of visiting ruins, I insisted on going to Arles to see what inspired Van Gogh and his buddy Gauguin. 


It was a long drive to Arles, almost two hours. Having drank a large cup of tea before we left, by the time we got there, I was in desperate need of using a bathroom. Only the city streets were so complex, even the GPS was lost. Though it’s uncertain whether Van Gogh cut off his own ear or it was his pal Gauguin, I would bet my two dogs he did it to himself, and I can see why.   Thirty minutes of driving in circles around this labyrinth of a city and I was ready to cut off my own head.  Continue reading “Searching for Van Gogh”

Swiss Made Art

While the TravelMarx were here we visited Bern (otherwise known as Berne) in hopes of going to the Paul Klee or Einstein museum. But it was Monday and all the museums were closed. Because of the stress of having to stay open on a Sunday (seriously, that’s what the books say, it’s the stress of working on Sunday) they get to close their museums on Monday. Has anyone told the Swiss about swing shifts? In any event, we visited the city to view the architecture, take in some shopping and try authentic Swiss German cuisine. Don’t worry, this post will include plenty of Swiss art. But before we get to that here are a few shots of the Switzerland’s natural panoramic art in Bern.

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