Con Artist

Dear Reader, I haven't blogged in while. Not exactly sorry. Too much to do. Too Much Stress but i suppose that is what the blog is for. Anyhoot, I watched F is For Fake narrated/directed/edited/and Produced by Orson Welles. Quickly a side note of production... Did you know John Malkovich produced Juno? Crazy ass shit. Anyway the film revolves around Elmyr De Hory in its initial phases. (fuck i just want to write a new yorker esque review that both praises the film but doesn't seem contrived but gives you the plot) *Bear With me* Elmyr was a famous Art Forger and what Welles does is focus in on how Elmyr has impacted the way we view art and what the value of something real and original is. The character of Elmyr is odd because you seemingly want to hate him for conning you of Picasso and Modigliani but he is a seemingly sincere fellow always on the run from the law. His work is peculiar in that his own art is terrible but he can fake the hand of another. The film questions the value of the handmadeness and in its context the 70's where art was nearing its transformation away from handmadenss. I encourage everyone to see Welles is the most excellent story teller. And the editing is a wonder to behold. *iamfuckingup*
I suppose we all tell lies good or bad for better or for worse. But doesn't art have some basis on a lie anyway on a deception. On creating a lie in order to reveal truth. So some how Elmyr can be vincdicated for his action because he simply lying about a lie that reveals the truth. Does that remove itself from the truth telling aspect of art? is there truth in art? Should be value Veritas?

All question bigger than me at present. But worth exploring. I supose that is the context of my transfer application to find some enviornment where these question can not be answered but at least discussed in respectful discourse amongst like and unlike minds.

I drew tom blumentahal brewer today from a facebook photo and his friend adria giattino
i suppose adria's is more significant because she is beautiful. I mean beautiful but the issue in there lies as i have never met her. I may never meet her. How stalker ish is it? or is some sort of fleeting romanticism that i carry around me always. I suppose Adria can exist for me the same way Welles portrays Oja Kodar? a bemusing subject. I doubt it.
Life is all to strange to have even stranger fantasies
but i suppose that may be at the very core of its strangeness because our fantasies are hardly ever met and are met in the strangest of ways.

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