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NEW BLOG

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New Blog

ALEX HAS A NEW BLOG!

http://gardega.blogspot.com/

or feel free to cruise the memory of this one...

NEW BLOG

I hope everyone who celebrates Christmas had a grand one and those who didn't celebrate had good Chinese food or took in a good movie or just relaxed and did nothing. This is my final entry on this blog and I will miss it very much. I really want to start new and fresh and shed the old "skin of the past." I will keep this blog for archival purposes and back it up and save it etc. It has been a long and strange journey. I am making a lot of changes in my life and in my psyche and everything I do is usually about 119% so I am not sure where I will land after I jump out of this plane.


My New Blog is on word press and I am finding it a little bit clunky to use when adding content so I may switch formats to blogger eventually if I don't get used to word. Either way it will be all New Stuff! And I will explain the new paradigm when I understand it, myself. I may actually try to edit and punctuate on my new blog.


Meet the New Blog...Not the same as the old blog. (to paraphrase The Who)

http://gardega.blogspot.com/

three priests

Here is me with various blow ups and repros from one of my large and crazy paintings from the younger days. This piece has stood the test of time and many a bidder. I never wnated to let go of him over the years as it is a symbol of my past. I posted this because it is the last post on the OLD BLOG...and Now I will start NEW BlOG. I will link after christmas.

NEW BLOG

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. I finished my shopping and now I am free to spend a few hours in DEEP REFLECTION. I have started a New Blog and it will include none of my past. Everything I do or make from here on in will be of the New Thought, the New Paradigm.. I will not erase this blog as it served me well (like a leg or foot) and it will be available for perusal... My new blog is all about me reaching as far as I can into the unknown and deep inside and pushing myself as hard as I can mentally and physically. I am going to start a serious regimen of exercise that starts at 4AM and includes running and lifting weights and then meditation and finally artwork. There will be no filler on my new blog. No cheap dashed- off art or hurried work, no pet portraits or commercialized crap. I am striving for perfection (which I can never achieve.) I am reaching for quality not quantity and all the regular supporters of my art will have special access to new work etc... I cannot thank everyone enough for their support over the years. My new mission is multi-fold and it includes regular Life Drawing, A Weekly Painting, and MAJOR WORKS which will be finished when they are done and not anytime sooner.

merry Christmas to all and happy holidays as well....(unless you are a pet photographer, then the ghosts of bad art past are not done with you yet.)

Merry Christmas France!

Your Possible Pasts

They flutter behind you your possible pasts,
Some brighteyed and crazy, some frightened and lost.
A warning to anyone still in command

[Cattle truck noises]
“Ranks! Fire!”

Of their possible future, to take care.
In derelict sidings the poppies entwine
With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time.

Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we shoud be closer?

She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smile
Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign.
Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs.
Stepping up boldly one put out his hand.
He said, “I was just a child then, now I’m only a man.”

Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?

By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad.
Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay.
And strung out behind us the banners and flags
Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags.

Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?

a patrons poem...

Twas the 22^nd of December

And delivered by mail

Was art work by Alex

He never does fail

A lovely gift for Christmas

In any ones mind

Was an art deco drawing

That was a design

It is large and precise

The line this Alex does draw

It is intricate and detailed

With barely a flaw

It will be added to my others

Pieces I adore

My collection is growing

You just can’t ignore

I’ll frame it and hang it

I will do my part

Who knew this would happen

From Gardega fine art

My wish for the artist

Oh Alex my friend

Is that such lovely gestures

Never do end

And I heard him exclaim

From McSorley’s by light

Merry Christmas to Alex

And to all a good night

Gene

scrooge

I have a feeling this will be me in about 20 years, except I will be covered in paint and probably have a bottle of cheap booze with me. At least I will go out painting which is what matters to me in this short little roller coaster called life.

Happy Holidays

I am a huge fan of Christmas and the Holidays in general. To me it is a brief respite from the madness of the daily grind. I like to sit alone and watch Charles Dicken's Christmas Carol (the old black and white one) and drink a bottle or so of The Red. I like to eat a lot of food and then get presents (which is infinitely better than giving them, I SAY!) I like Ole Scrooge and see some good qualities in him. He is a loner and I am the same. I find life a hilarious and awful joke that should be milked for every last drop of livng and humor you can get out of it. He was just miserable...we are both workaholics. He had better clothes.

a poem for a day---by gardega

Their tidal pools grew smaller
words like sharpened knives
the desperate and the lonely
seeking out their lives.

The trap was set so long ago
existence now is all they know
swimming in a soup of lies
a circled drain, worn out eyes.

there's no way to the ocean
the tide has left for good
the escapes are short and heartless
the plot misunderstood.

You sold a dream for nothing
and that's what you got in spades
swimming now in circles
as the light of glory fades.

Mcsorleys poem--by Gardega

Ahhh, the light of Mcsorleys is fine
like Rembrandt's ghost is will shine
across the wood floors, down memorie's shore
to brighten the faces of time.


a.gardega dec. 2008

How to paint like an old master--- by Gardega

1) You cannot paint like an old master so do not try.


2) Instead, paint like yourself and perhaps you can become a New Master.


3) Do not rely on photographs until you know how to draw from life, then you can use photographs.


4) Do not become a commercial hack, hold onto the elusive and difficult squirmy worm of integrity, it is the only umbrella you will have against the rains of despair. It is like virginity--- the only thing you cannot get back after it is lost. Give not into pet portraiture unless all is lost and the wolves are chewing at your cold and naked toes and even then it is better to be brave and sketch those very wolves than paint bourgeois poodles for a handful of clammy dimes.

5) Never listen to professors or other artists, they are fools and have nothing to tell you.


6) Do not (under any circumstances) subscribe to any methods or SYSTEMS that you ape from another. This is the surest way to kill the spark of genius that smolders in inside.

mcsorleys underpainting

Here is the base of my Mcsorleys painting. I always begin with a burnt sienna base. Explain more later.

bailout notes.

WASHINGTON — It's something any bank would demand to know before handing out a loan: Where's the money going?

But after receiving billions in aid from U.S. taxpayers, the nation's largest banks say they either can't track exactly how they're spending the money or they simply refuse to discuss it.

"We've lent some of it. We've not lent some of it. We've not given any accounting of, 'Here's how we're doing it,"' said Thomas Kelly, a spokesman for JPMorgan Chase, which received $25 billion in emergency bailout money. "We have not disclosed that to the public. We're declining to."

The Associated Press contacted 21 banks that received at least $1 billion in government money and asked four questions: How much has been spent? What was it spent on? How much is being held in savings, and what's the plan for the rest?

None of the banks provided specific answers.

"We're not providing dollar-in, dollar-out tracking," said Barry Koling, a spokesman for Atlanta, Georgia-based SunTrust Banks Inc., which got $3.5 billion in taxpayer dollars.

Some banks said they simply didn't know where the money was going.

"We manage our capital in its aggregate," said Regions Financial Corp. spokesman Tim Deighton, who said the Birmingham, Alabama-based company is not tracking how it is spending the $3.5 billion it received as part of the financial bailout.

The answers highlight the secrecy surrounding the Troubled Assets Relief Program, which earmarked $700 billion — about the size of the Netherlands' economy — to help rescue the financial industry. The Treasury Department has been using the money to buy stock in U.S. banks, hoping that the sudden inflow of cash will get banks to start lending money.

There has been no accounting of how banks spend that money. Lawmakers summoned bank executives to Capitol Hill last month and implored them to lend the money — not to hoard it or spend it on corporate bonuses, junkets or to buy other banks. But there is no process in place to make sure that's happening and there are no consequences for banks who don't comply.

"It is entirely appropriate for the American people to know how their taxpayer dollars are being spent in private industry," said Elizabeth Warren, the top congressional watchdog overseeing the financial bailout.

But, at least for now, there's no way for taxpayers to find that out.

manhattan house

http://www.manhattanhouse.com/mhvideo.html

On memorial day I was asked to fill in for a video about the Manhattan House. It is a famous building in NYC. I was paid a lot of money to pretend I was rich and married and to sit on a couch and read the paper. I am somwhere in this video but I havent seen myself yet.

my friends band...

mcsorleys cell phone photos

lost souls second version

I started a second lost souls painting after I packed up my first one. I am going to stick to this series for a bit.

my birthday present

Viva the ostrich!

blueline glass

I have recently partnered with a major NYC glass company and we now offer anything you could want in glass.

http://carvedglass.blogspot.com/

Leonardo Learning---by Gardega

The Gardega Newsletter

I have finished my hard copy newsletter that will be snail mailed to galleries etc...here is a scan of it. I am not good at MS word, must learn more.. Tedious thing that MS word...

Uncle Sam has fallen and he cant get up. My friends used call me crazy conspiracy guy but now I am now vindicated and stand right as rain. I predicted three years ago that the American economy would collapse on herself like a red white and blue souffle. My friends laughed at me and went back to watching their televisions and sports but I stayed steady at my research and saw the Great fall coming from afar. I am not an economist and I cant balance my own checkbook but I understand the workings of the Big Clock and I knew the hour was getting late. I was chicken little except I was right. The sky was falling. Most artists have no sense and are best left alone in paint smeared rooms muttering about being misunderstood. I am not that, I care about our country and our people and my art as well. Horses run wild long before a storm is even on the horizon and the brain of alex was running overtime because I sensed there was big trouble ahead. No one would listen to me and now they wont even say I told them so...I am not here to be right but I knew why it was coming and how it was coming I knew the dollar would be intentionally tanked and that big industry would be nationalized. The worst is yet to come and there it is not time to hide in TV and sports and diversions. How did I know all this? that is a story for another day...

Gardega on Math

Math does not exist, math is simply the pepperoni we throw down on the "pizza of life" to make sense of things. There is no math in God's mind. Math is simply man's map of "the territory" and if you have read Descartes you will know that the map is not the territory.

nineteen

I have decided that it is of no small importance that the Flower of Life geometric construction contains 19 circles. (the outer largest making 20 total.) I am going to decode this thing in my lifetime as I will live to 300 and seven years of age.. I have already determined that the center circle (which I shall label one is symbolic of birth. )I will explain this later in illustrated form as to why I believe this to be true...1 down---19 to go.

1) birth
2)
3)

etc

I woke up at 4:27 Am today to start my day and Have my pepsi and read my six newspapers online andthen to my emails. I canot read the post online for some reason I have to hold it in my hands so I go out into cold morning of NYC and buy one. I find it funny when I read my emails that people comment that I am either A) liberal or B) conservative or C) insane--- Alex is neither, although C is another story. I have dipped my toes into the cool waters of both schools of thought and I have decided, in the end, that it is best being alex and that is the school of thought I prefer which is 100% independent, unadulterated, non homogenized , and onlypartially dumbed down by flouridated water and TV. Alex- think is free of groupthink and cares little for consensus. Alex- think requires me to mentally push the envelope at all times as far as I can in order to discover the fruits that lie beyond the grasp of normal-think. As a caterpillar on the end of realities branch, I reach outward into the emptiness of space time and half the time I have no clue.

I have decided to make a little movie retrospective of most everything I have done up until now in art. I will then remove all those images from my computer and take any remaining art I have and give it away to friends and sell the rest. I want to start FRESH. I want to turn my collar to the past and start a new canvas. I will only know that path by sitting down and studying intensely where I have been. I am going to spend this week in the cleansing and cleaning of my files and my closets... What I cant bear to part with will go to Mom and Dad's. I want to purge all visual reference to my past which even means slowly replacing my websites with images of THE NEW. I have already started mailing surprise packages of art to those who collect my work.---Keep an eye on your mailbox...

post number 2,347

As I head towards yet another birthday I find myself reflecting on the available light of The Past. I also look to the future to a light that doesn't yet exist but is (in a quantum sense) infinite possibility. This is my 2,347 post in roughly two years which probably qualifies me for some category of obsessive behavior but that is a twice told tale and means little to me as I enjoy being obsessive and compulsive and sometimes impulsive and occasionally repulsive. As a teen (and then some) I was a fairly crazed reckless person/ artist--- I had the market solidly cornered on rebellion inc. and had my share of bumps bruises and scrpaes and I had more laughs and good times than a man can count on all the marble toes in The Met. There were times I had so much fine I scarcely remember the fun I had. Even the few nights in the "house of bad decisions" make for damn good stories I can still laugh about--- (as Geddy Lee once called it.) It is strange to feel you are putting your days as a young and wild man to bed and strapping on the sensible shoes of "solid citizenship." Even huck fin grew up eventually but he sure lived a hell of a life. I think in the end of life as you sit in the chair of "summation" the things you will remember are the good times and the laughter and the craziness and crazy plans and the daring and black eyes and bumped heads. I think the flourescent light of corporate obedience and "things done right" may not be at the forfront of a lot of people's brain as they reflect in the shadows of their "final years." There are no guarantees in this life, the only guarantee I know is that a life lived against what you were really put here for is like beer without alcohol in it. Near life...


viva dali!

the restless wind
has seen all things
in every kind of light
rising with the full moon
to go howling through the night

the sleepless wind
has heard all things
between the sea and sky
in the canyons of the city
you can hear the buildings cry

oh the wind can carry
all the voices of the sea
oh the wind can carry
all the echoes home to me

Run with wind and weather
To the music of the sea
All four winds together
Can't bring the world to me
Chase the wind around the world
I want to look at life --- In the available light

play of light
a photograph
the way I used to be
some half-forgotten stranger
doesn't mean that much to me

trick of light
moving picture
moments caught in flight
make the shadows darker
or the colors shine too bright

oh the light can carry
all the visions of the sea
oh the light can carry
all the images to me

Run to light from shadow
Sun gives me no rest
Promise offered in the east
Broken in the west
Chase the sun around the world
I want to look at life --- In the available light

All four winds together
Can't bring the world to me
Shadows hide the play of light
So much I want to see
Chase the light around the world
I want to look at life --- In the available light

I'll go with the wind
I'll stand in the light

Met Photos

I have been taking photos of details of classical sculpture at the Met. These were only made for reference but I am thinking about expanding the series after I am done with my poodle series.

I have sold my lost souls painting and must ship it out tomorrow. Selling paintings is like selling children, never easy to let them go but then again there is one less kid to trip over... I think I may have sold my last supper and that is a good thing--That child is very large and consumes a lot of my space and stares at me when I sleep. She was in the NY Post and got me in a little trouble. Like children you can always make more paintings but the government sends me no checks for squeezing out more each day.

happy Holidays!

george inness--early autumn montclair

Here is a painting by the great artist (and philosopher) george inness. You know he is great because he made jersey look so pretty---Not even God managed do that. Is it me or is there something interesting in the reddish tree? take a close look and get back to me, I have a theory...alexgardega@gmail.com


If my theory holds true it will be a great discovery in line with ice cubes and chocolate milk.

great video series on egypt

"The mean global temperature, at least as measured by satellite, is now the same as it was in the year 1980. In the last couple of years sea level has stopped rising. Hurricane and cyclone activity in the northern hemisphere is at a 24-year low and sea ice globally is also the same as it was in 1980."


People get mad at me because I sometimes tow unpopular lines. I have never cared for the popular view of things. I like to the think there should always be one guy out there like Copernicus--pissing people off with his ideas.

illustration

I am almost done with this illustration--Cant say what it is for. This is for sale if anyone wants to buy it. What is inside the box? I am not saying.

in search of the sacred buffalo with arisman

Here is an article a wrote a number of years ago for a magazine as I went in search of buffalo on Long Island with my artist friend Marshall Arisman. He is a great artist and was my professor in art college. I think he could speak to my previous post as he is an artist of great integrity and I have yet to see him paint a poodle.

art vs. cheese

As an artist there are many paths one can walk down in life. At various times in my life I had opportunities to make a lot of money doing various things that artistically didn't "feel right." I always had trouble sitting with myself when I attempted to "sail the seas of cheese" I never felt right when I turned my back on myself and what I believed art could be or should be. Idealism is a single man's game and a family often changes that perspective. Part of the reason I have traveled on my own for most of my life is that I knew that if I answered to myself alone I would never have to "prostitute" myself to support others. I never understood those people and artists who jump whole heartedly into a commercial-crap lifestyle and milk for all its worth and then one day find themselves in some identity crises because they never followed what rang true to their own hearts. I can understand a family man doing whatever he has to do to survive but Icannot understand a man who doesnt at least have a "go at it." In so far as what really rigns true to them, artistically. I have done my fair share of hack work and bad paintings but for the overall sense of what I am after and what I have done I can sit with myself. I look to those who came before me to keep my spirits up and even though I sometimes think about the monetary gold versus the alchemical gold of the spirit. I can say that I kept the course and paid a lot of dues and I have a lot of funny stories about the stairs I have fallen down. I think the illustrations for this rambling are self explanatory.

cell phone photos

I always try to rely on a sketch book and not a camera but sometimes I am lazy and forget my pencils. There is a light (at times) that comes through the windows of Mcsorleys that is like a Rembrandt painting. I took this Brooklyn subway photo at 7 Am---that light is a little less warm and comforting.

framed

My friend amy sent me this photo today. She bought my spirit painting and did a nice job framing it. You can tell she is a lawyer and not a photographer. I love to see framed photos. A thing well framed is a good thing.

doodle of the day

when I am on the phone I usually pick up the closest pencil and or pen and doodle without thinking...I drew this yesterday---When you are on the phone you draw some strange things.

alex's birthday

Alex is another year older next week. If anyone wants to send me a gift you can send me hot sauce. I collect hot sauce and pour it on everything I eat..the hotter the better! No wimpy sauce.


486 east 74th st. apt 2b
New York, NY.
10021

When my grandma passed away I got back some old paintings. Here is one that was in her attic, I painted this in 4th grade...all those years ago..I entered this in my first art show..Light is a constant thread in my work since I was a child.

the greatest image of all time

I realized tonight after I spent six hours cleaning up my desktop and images (thousands) that there is one single image that I believe is the greatest image ever created by a human/ artist, it is not Raphael or Michaelangelo or Leonardo or even Gardega...it is the unknown genius that was Alfred Kubin. I have little doubt that there is not a better image better image created by a human than this image. I don't want to hear about your mona lisas and the like, "there is a presence here no one denies..." I have been obsessed with pictures since I was two and I have made my call....

ebay

I have listed Lost Souls on ebay. I can probably get a lot more from my gallery in NYC but I decided to put it up for sale today.


http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=290282032049

award winning photograph explained

Here is a photograph that won first prize in the metro global photo challenge--beating out 55,000 other photos. What I like about the whole story is that it was just a guy with a point and shoot camera, not some gadget geek with a million lenses and the like. I decided to look into its geometric composition to see why it is pleasing to the eye. I used the Gardega Method of perfect geometric compositon ot see if it follows my idea of perfect geometry. First I chose the horizon line (blue) it is facing up hill so it is a bit higher than one would normally choose. Next one should divide photograph along its diagonal. Where these two lines meet is the best place for a point of interest. I figured this method out by dissecting Goya's work over a few months time. I call it the Gardega Method because no one knows that goya used this except me and he aint telling on me. Art is much more than lines and geometry and without soul you have nothing but I wanted to prove why this picture won even though the photographer has no idea he was using the Gardega Method.

torture---the art of....

I read today that there is a large group of musicians that are upset that their music is being used to torture detainees at GUANTANAMO BAY. They play the music extremely loud morning nand night and it is a means to break down the prisoner and drive them insane.

these songs are being used.

"Enter Sandman," Metallica.

• "Bodies," Drowning Pool.

• "Shoot to Thrill," AC/DC.

• "Hell's Bells," AC/DC.

• "I Love You," from the "Barney and Friends" children's TV show.

• "Born in the USA," Bruce Springsteen.

• "Babylon," David Gray.

• "White America," Eminem.

• "Sesame Street," theme song from the children's TV show.

According to an FBI memo, one interrogator at Guantanamo Bay bragged he needed only four days to "break" someone by alternating 16 hours of music and lights with four hours of silence and darkness.

Ruhal Ahmed, a Briton who was captured in Afghanistan, describes excruciating sessions at Guantanamo Bay. He said his hands were shackled to his feet, which were shackled to the floor, forcing him into a painful squat for periods of up to two days.

"You're in agony," Ahmed, who was released without charge in 2004, told Reprieve. He said the agony was compounded when music was introduced, because "before you could actually concentrate on something else, try to make yourself focus on some other things in your life that you did before and take that pain away.

"It makes you feel like you are going mad," he said.

all I can say that if you are some low IQ'd meatbrain from Oklahoma and you think it is cool to do your duty and torture people in such a way then it is only a matter of time before jackbooted karma knocks on your door. If you allow/ condone torture of people it is also only a matter of time before a country tortures it's own citizens. The wheels of karma grind slow but they grind exceedingly fine and true. I am not sure how people could spend a day doing such things and then go eat tacos and watch TV. Living in a box is enough torture on its own. I initially intended to make a joke about modern art being torture but I will refrain out of respect for humanity.

turner museum

here is a great website about Turner..

www.turnermuseum.org

please pay it a visit.

Brain Waves

Today I will speak about brain waves as it is a very interesting subject. My recent brain MRI really got me to thinking about the brain again. I think I am the only person who had a brain MRI "for fun." It is strange to get zapped with so much magnetic radiation. Neural activity is electrochemical, which means if you harnessed enough brains together you could (in effect) power a blender and make margaritas. This electrical energy can be measured in waves and in cycles per second. I will expand on this after my pepsi and shower.

composition

Here is a photo I took last summer. My question is--- would it be a better comp. with or without the bird to the far left...I am not interested in dumb photography rules of rules of third etc and other such bunk...I am interested in the spiritual composition...not the pet photography composition.

brooklyn bartender

I took this photo last year...(she never knew I snapped a pic.)

secret project

Here is photo reference for my latest project I am working on that I can't speak about yet.

gardega on turner---"the sun is god"

It is time for me to revisit turner and remember his July show at the Metropolitan that I attended religiously six sunday mornings in a row. Turner is one of the first artists that I liked but never really understood until I saw a large body of his works in person. It was the Met show that brought me around and opened my eyes to his glory and genius. The thing with turner was that he knew his craft and was skilled as a draftsman so when he "let go" of his roots so to speak and Became the turner we know, he had the majesty and genius of a skilled hand behind him and if not for that he would have painted soup and barley (like the expressionists) who did not possess his skill and succeeded in only painting soup and barley and whose work look as dated as old copies of TV guides from 1983. No, turner stood the test of time and was not truly understood "in his time." My favorite turners are the ones that dip one toe into the unknown and the "otherworldly" and seem to take place in a completely foreign and strange world. Like many good artists he was an eccentric and never married, lived with his pops and painted away in some studio in a corner of england. His greatest titled work was titled "colour beginning" but only because it was a work he laid down colour for and never finished so the title is an accident---I like the idea of the "beginning of colour" although the "beginning of light" would be more apropos for turner. I do like his watercolors but I still think Moran had the edge on him but I am sure Moran gleaned a lot from the master somewhere, somehow. I have included a couple of scribbled notes I made at The Met about his work.

comments

Alex,
tried to post a comment on your great post on THOMAS MORAN, I could not
conveniently find a prompt to make a comment.
That may be why you don't get any/many comments?
Douglass Montrose-Graem
Director
The Turner Museum

watercolor of the day--thomas moran

These are strange and dangerous times and it makes little sense to discuss watercolors----it is like picking flowers during an earthquake. But I am comfortable with such things and man cannot live on bread alone. Spirit must be fed and that is why bankers buy art. Thomas Moran was one of the greatest, if not The greatest watercolorists I have ever come across. He puts homer to shame and the same with turner. He is one of the great colorists as well, His grand canyon works are the height of color harmony. Here is a work called hot springs. Back in the day you couldnt just point a digital camera at things a take 40 shots and pick one and call yourself an artist you had to wrok for your art. If you did use photography it was heavy glass plates and bad chemicals o nth back of pack mules.

Fast times at Kremlin High

I have been ensconced in research about russia and the kremlin and putin and the oligarchs--not sure how I got on this tangent but I am riding the wave straight into the shore as I am seeing correlation's to our present situation..here is my rough and unedited and typo'd rough copy.

Welcome to the New Russia. The cold war has thawed like cheap chicken and the missiles and fear have been replaced with Oligarchs and men named Vlad with yachts and mansions in London and Paris. In a land where Billions are made and lost faster than a prom dress there is not much room for rule of Law, that is left to the thugs and The State.

Putin has long stated that his mistake was letting the vast resources of oil and minerals fall into private hands and his mission is to use any means possible to to grab back the the companies and get the state's fingers back in The Pie. Putin is the quarter back and his right hand man and wide receiver is a man named Sechin, his “Chief Raider.” His job is to “look into” a companies financial “health”..this code for force lets scare the wits out of your investors and you may be let off for a fine of a few hundred million (chump change in these parts of town.) The Kremlin will knock on your door and make you an offer you “can’t refuse” maybe they will stick you with bogus tax fraud or prison or worse--- When the government grabs the reins of your horse you can bet it is only a matter of time before your entire buggy is in the ditch. The K word is like kryptonite to investors and Putin and co. take full advantage of the self started fire sales, short selling In back rooms and buying up assets for pennies on the dollar..either way, it is welcome to The STATE, The New Russia ---go team Ra Ra.

“Mrs?” “We are here to inspect your home….what is this--- mold?!” We are taking your home to make sure it is safe! “But I will be homeless!—that is not our problem!… In the United States, mortgage-backed securities sank once mighty investment banks. In Russia, it is the personal business empires of the oligarchs and the loans they took out from Western banks, putting up shares in their companies as collateral, that are at risk.

The Oligarchs are worried---The ground is sinking under them like some great Florida sinkhole and the Kremlin is their only hope. Time to make the Faustian deal. Now I will get back to my statue of liberty painting.

interesting interview

http://gawker.com/5103950/touchy-artist-flips-out-on-60-minutes?autoplay=true


Here is an interview with Julian Schnabel. I think he is a good filmmaker and a weak painter. Met him a couple of times and he is nice enough but Robert hughs is right...

reality explained--by gardega

In order to understand reality one must understand PERCEPTION (Our view of what is out there) we are like a man with bad eye site looking through a key hole into a dimly lit room. Our best explanation of "The Room" is not even close to what the "real room" is. A painting of a tomato is not a tomato. Now for the strange part----there is no "out there." Everything exists in your head, light, sound, other people...all exist in your own head. Basically reality is infinite possibility and out of that you create a small chunk of existence that you believe to be true. The 5 senses are the only thing we have to interpret "reality." We only see a small part of the visual spectrum that is infinite and beyond our senses. What is there that we cant see? infrared--etc etc and these vibrations are far beyond our limited visual capacity..so then why do we tend to believe that if it is not in front of our eyes or limited senses it cannot exists? because we are humans and fools.


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