Entry 3: Reality struggling to get out from under Suprematism - after El Lissintzky...
It is indeed difficult to abandon a known factor, and thence, I think, enable creativity. I have a local artist to illustrate, in your honor.
The work is unfinished because the artist fell to his death while negotiating a free transform in Photoshop... :-D
He did no such thing! Sinverguenza y alcahuete. He got sicker than a dog.
Wanna hear a joke using the old Arabic word?
We'll after about 10 hours of work, mostly getting it wrong and having to start again, feeling sick as a chip was not unreasonable.
BTW; awesome regionalisms. Something needs to be done about cross-cultural understanding. I think that I've pinpointed your barrio/borough.
"Beat the Whites With the Red Wedge" is interesting in that it can compel a challenge.
That's from a different set of works - big style Russian communist propaganda. The work I tried to poke fun at is
Globetrotter in Time from a collection of 10 lithographs called
Victory Over the Sun any of which I would happily hang at home, but all of which are pretentious tripe as representations of their titles - hence the pun about realism breaking free.
My Barrio is Jarrow, on Tyne but sick as a chip is more like Sunderland on the River Wear.
I have "Maps," the app. Nice view the rivers from the altitude of a C-130. Bring us a view from the grassroots.
We're making a trip to the North East at the end of August; I'll take some representative photos while we're there.
Cool, but don't stop posting in the meantime. What NE? Isn't that a lot of water? Vermont is myNE. Never been there, but, from the autumn colors, that I see here, it's a rival to mySW.
go Now. (Music link at own risk, oooo tooob)
I never ever got the moody blues, but on the earlier question, in the UK the area on the east side from the river Tees up to the border with Scotland is collectively called The North East.
That would be the river where golf was invented? Spain and England have made tsunamis of expressions. My best guess here, is intimated in the game called "chueco." Obtain skunk bush; shave, carefully mold an end into a curve, smoke over charcoals, until it doesn't spring back. Then, when ready, form a ball, and compete for a community party; looser buys. There is no clear link. This activity might be aztequense or mayonense.
I find golf balls today, along the river, where myCamera captured that awesome double rainbow of mine. I found multiple pieces of wood, from "Edge; Colorado Plateau." I'm joshing you about my innocent golf "gossip." Of course.
My first real job, before college, involved building a nine-hole golf course, just down the road. Built a putting green, lake, hazards, the works, but, no one played after I left. Had it all to myself. I invited "the plebes," who had a blast, until the developer found us partying.
I saw a herd of bull elk there last winter. They were sparring on myGolfCourse, of course. I charge for droll.
Depending on who you read, it's either a place about 100miles north of the River Tyne or somewhere in Les Pays Bas. Your game sounds a bit more like Pelota, which, with all those dastardly Spainyards [sic] about , would make sense.
That is sick. Otravez de alcahuete. Children raised in cultures of poverty use a pelota, which when bounced sounds "gueca/hollow", and which ball is aimed so as to sail it into a hoop, constructed from a metal, wine barrel hoop, which could be nailed to a board on a ten foot pole, and which when it's a "free shot," accrues points ranging from two, all the way, to three. I advise you not to etymologize ball into a stem, which when it is affixed with a prefix, and a reflexive suffix signifies whole t'other meaning, ergo, giving rise to my question which went unanswered.
"Wanna hear a joke using the old Arabic word?"
"SIC." Spelled in context?
Another culture of poverty engineered the age old question; "Wanna play some hoops?" We would view the games after Thanksgiving dinner, and race outside, in the snow, to play Basque (t) Ball. Kareem Abdul Jabaar was my favorite. I don't believe the Celtics /keltics/ existed yet. You might differ to my pendatism, in which case, we would need a referee.
BTW; we also used a hoop from Conestoga wagon axles. A different, line of reasoning ensues in deference to another, ethnically distinct culture of poverty.
And, so, I beg, a challenge composed of pics illustrating cultures of poverty. Mix them up.
On a seriously humorous note, this a.m., I read one of those, fifty item lists of how, yous folks, across myEasternmost ocean, identify any of our 350,000,000 co-citizens: pick one; Diet, costuming, social mores, architecture, or, language.
Question; how would you recognize me in a crowd, on The Tees, hmmmmm? Yes, you know I'm out there, somewhere. Ah, ha, ha, ha, . . . .
Later, gotta go close the thread, and get to work deciding which among my favorites, is the most favorite. You are in competition for the DM.