to Opus, Monica's blog in which she documents with photos, screenshots, quotes, and commentary haphazardly scattered therein, those works that inspire her. Excepting the layout, which is her own creation, most of the work featured on Opus has no affliation to her other than through her admiration. No copyright infringement is intended.
resides in the United States, aspires to be an architect or robot maker or writer or some other comparably exciting career yet to be discovered. Her idle hours, she stabs with art.
is her online art gallery.
features Monica's artwork and original character, currently unnamed, made in OpenCanvas and Photoshop.
to these astonishing locales:
Preethi, Sauji,
Daimira,
Eileen.
Monday, January 7, 2007
Poetically charged lines from Initial Manifesto of Futurism (February 20, 1909):
"There is no more beauty except in strife. No masterpiece without aggressiveness. Poetry must be a violent onslaught upon the unknown forces, to command them to bow before man."
"We shall sing of the great crowds in the excitement of labour, pleasure and rebellion; of the multi-coloured and polyphonic surf of revolutions in modern capital cities; of the nocturnal vibration of arsenals and workshops beneath their violent electric moons; of the greedy stations swallowing smoking snakes; of factories suspended from the clouds by their strings of smoke; of bridges leaping like gymnasts over the diabolical cutlery of sunbathed rivers; of adventurous liners scenting the horizon; of broad-chested locomotives prancing on the rails, like huge steel horses bridled with long tubes; and of the gliding flight of aeroplanes, the sound of whose screw is like the flapping of flags and the applause of an enthusiastic crowd."
"But we shall not be there. They will find us at length, one winter's night, right out in the country, beneath a dreary shed, the monotonous rain-drops strumming on the roof, cowering by our trepidating aeroplanes, warming our hands at the miserable fire which our books of today will make, blazing gaily beneath the dazzling flight of their images.
"For art can be nought but violence, cruelty and injustice."
"We are not breathless... Our heart does not feel the slightest weariness! For it is fed with fire, hatred and speed!... We stand upon the summit of the world and once more we cast our challenge to the stars!"
Wednesday, January 2, 2007
A gorgeous new design at OceanFlare.Net:
Tuesday, January 1, 2007
Happy New Year! WholeFoodsMarket.Com has phenomenal photography:
Monday, December 31, 2007
Hello, once again. My blog revamped will now focus on collecting the fragments of literary and visually artistic work that impact me. The compelling force behind this alteration in my blogging style formed when I realized, a few weeks ago, that most of the sites I used to frequent had vanished, and I couldn't retrieve the faintest traces of them except for what remained in my memory. So here's to vivid records of that which matters to me most.
To launch, screenshots of a site Art Director Phyllis Lerner introduced to me this summer:
Tazo.Com
