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January 25, 2003
Like, totally Leonardo...

I actually wanted to write an elaborate introduction to Holland Cotter’s article about the Leonardo da Vinci, Master Draftsman Exhibition at the The Metropolitan Museum of Art. I just do not even know where to start about this article. The exhibition is certainly an event of a lifetime. I want to see it as often as only possible and I know that many people will. Why would the article have such a strange tone to it though? The language used by Mr. Cotter somehow overpowers what he would like to tell us, it seems. The entire article reads like the review of a garden party or maybe some casual conversation in a hip bar. Why is that? Is this article written like this on purpose, to attract the casual shopper, somebody who is just walking by the museum and would like to step in and have a look at some “very weird” and yet “huge” drawings by this “guy”? And then ask themselves “what planet was this guy from?”
I understand that articles written in a style of a dying art historian might not be the most inviting thing that fits to print, but to just send a writer into an exhibition and let him be seemingly impressed by the color of the walls and like this totally weird stuff, rather than by the work by Leonardo seems like a serious departure. Or am I just getting too old for this? Language evolves and it gains some ground in some areas and transforms some ground in others. Leonardo would have had his fun reading the article, I am sure. Finally somebody who sees that he did not only work a lot, no he made “studies galore”, he did not really try to grasp the proportions of a body, he drew “sexy models”. Not sure he would know what “telephone pad doodles” are, but that is quite O.K. (Because there was no O.K. before 1924.) Holland Cotter stopped short of putting emoticons in his article, but otherwise, the whole thing reads more like a blog and less like an art review article in a newspaper that claims to “look deeper.”
So what am I trying to say here? You should read the article, it is, like, totally fresh or something. And it will make you smile. Leonardo: The Eye, the Hand, the Mind. I think I will now look for Holland Cotter’s blog and ask him to write something about my stuff here. I am digging the way he writes more and more. Like, totally.

Comments

I actually noticed his use of words like sexy and so on, and really thought them inapproapriate. There seem to be better language available to describe such sublime work.

As for stamps, I used to collect stamps (and coins), actually, but was never any good at it, and any way, whenever I did get anything worthwhile, my older brothers would force me to make some terrible trade, where I would be completely on the losing end, I would get worthless goods. So after some time I quit. What could I do? There were three of them and they were all much bigger than me! One of my brothers still has his coin collection, and sometimes I wonder...

Just so you know it wasn;t all bad having brothers, they did make me bikes from junkyards, protect me from dogs, and threaten a girl who was bigger than me, who used to bite all up and down my arms (though actually I didn't mind, I liked her. We even ran away together once... I had only managed to bring a scraf in a little red suitcase..it was all that would fit...her mother actually packed for her, and she had underwear, toothpaste, clothes..a gigantic suitcase and it was actually pretty heavy for us, as we dragged it into the bushes behind the house. This is where we were 'running away to' . : )

...Some of my childhood in case you were wondering...

Posted by: k on January 25, 2003 05:04 PM

K,
this is quite an amazing story. I never had brothers and sisters, so the only protection I had from the bigger kids was my pencil. They would not touch me, because if they did, I would draw them. They did not want that. If they protected me, I would draw for them. It worked a bit that way somehow.
Not having brothers and sisters, I had this almost older brother, who lived with grandparents. J is 12 years older than me, so he could maybe count as an older sibling. I watched Star Wars with him for the first time.
Your escape adventure sounds amazing. How long did you both survive in the bushes?

Posted by: Witold on January 25, 2003 08:35 PM
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