So, as I have been saying for a while now – I do not need any help. Thank you very much.
The realm of fantasy is a very wide one. In fact, its definition, when it comes to art, tends to depend on the artistic field. Pierre-George Castex defines it as “the brutal intrusion of mystery in real life”. This is the generic conception. Now if we try to narrow it down to the cinematographic field, a film of fantasy can just as well be one of science fiction as a horror movie. The point is to build the story on supernatural elements, from the world of magic and imagination. It doesn’t matter if the result is Alien or Harry Potter, it will still be a fantasy movie.
Imagine yourself sitting outside. The sun is coming up at the horizon. You can see the clouds gaining some colours, the sky is slowly turning brighter. The birds are chirpy-duping. Some left-over party humans are returning home. You say hi. You feel the wind tousling up your hair. And, suddenly, the morning sun is getting too bright, too warm. You get off the bench, or chair, or log, or other entity you imagined yourself sitting on, and go. Where to? I don’t know. That’s up to you to fantasise about.
A few of us were sitting on a terrasse on a sunny-soon-to-be-cloudy day with the chance of meatballs…khm, khm, sorry, I meant rain. Yes, indeed I haven’t made a #dadjoke pun about a random film or cartoon in a while, so here it is. Relish it. . Anyhoo, while enjoying the gentle breeze a few of us were talking about the usual arts people topics, such as living in the Netherlands as internationals, admiring its DIY healthcare system, and randomly talking about synaptic pruning and the power of behavioural patterns.
Warning: I’m about to problematize Friends. But don’t worry, it will all be fine.
Once upon a time, there was a guy named Walt who enchanted the whole world with a bunch of drawings. A lot of us have grown watching Disney movies and we have to admit that they hold a special place in our hearts. I will always sing over a Disney song, I still know all the lyrics and I’m fine with it.
Pleasure for itself and in moderation does not, by virtue, possess a guilty quality. It is when a person starts to indulge themselves in excess that it becomes ‘guilty’. From personal observations and experiences, it seems to me that indulgence is one of the key steps which opens doors to the realm of guilt. Between all the silly and real ‘guilty pleasures’, there is one I would say for which you really should look out for – it is the guilty pleasure of guilt itself.
It’s a casual Saturday night. I’m putting on my best clothes: huge sweatpants and a chic, flowy floral top. I complement my look with a bold red lip and… done. Ready for the night to start. Only, tonight the party doesn’t happen in some sticky-floored club. No. Tonight we go to the theater.
Do you remember when Once Upon a Time… In Hollywood landed in the cinemas back in 2019? The reception of Quentin Tarantino’s 9th movie was divided. The directorial choice of using the real events of the Tate murders as a background story set off many viewers.
When I decided that this month we were going to deal with engaged art, I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen. I didn’t know the brutality that exists in the world would manifest itself in the worst ways. I didn’t know that this topic would be more relevant than ever.
A seventeen-year-old girl sitting in the open-air summer theatre watching a movie about a seventeen-year-old boy falling madly in love with an enigmatic exchange student during the magical summer of 1983 in Italy.
The 19th century is known to be one of social awareness. Especially in France, the condition of the lower classes began to interest artists.
Stanley Kubrick directed, in 1975, the costume drama Barry Lyndon. Adapted from William Thackeray’s novel, the movie tells the story of the rise and fall of an Irish rogue who, after going to war, marries a rich widow.
There are numerous directions one can go in when exploring the realm of beauty and art. The amounts of literature there is on the connection of the two is unlimited. Philosophers like Aristotle, Hegel, Kant, etc. have been discussing the idea of beauty in art for centuries.
When I moved to Europe, I could for the first time experience Christmas in the wintertime. Although it didn’t snow, for the first time I stayed indoors during the celebration, close to a heater and wearing a warm sweater. The most striking part about all that change is that it didn’t feel weird.
When the air starts to turn frisky, the roads in the cities slowly become covered with thin icy layers of ice, and the Christmas decorations flood the stores, so starts the hunt for one of the main components of Christmas. We can all agree, it is the famous Christmas tree.
Before I start, let me make some things clear. This article has been written from a Western perspective. I have been raised as a catholic white woman. And although I don’t claim any religion, it still influenced my upbringing and my conceptions of the world.
Sharing a cup of coffee in the city center of Groningen, I took a trip in the wonders of Teddy’s Last Ride with their creative producer, Agnese Fiocchi.
The art world: where paintings are sold and bought for fortunes. The cynical eye and mind of a purist art lover may see in this statement the sad state art is reduced to – serving as a form of currency – despite this having been the inescapable case since time immemorial.
“And the Emmy for “Outstanding Lead Actor in a Drama Series” goes to… Billy Porter!”
And just like that, 2019 marked the first year where an openly gay black man won an Emmy.
Once upon a time, in a far far land, was a woman named Ludovica. Ludovica was a sensational, confident and luminous being. She was also a happy being. Ludovica wasn’t trapped in any tower, she had no evil stepmother and didn’t need a prince on a white stallion to save her from an embarrassing situation.
It is rare to find an artwork in the contemporary culture industry that does not include elements already seen in the past, does not use clichés and/or cannot be tracked back to any other work that has been created before.
When I first brought the topic of commercial art to the table, I felt a certain reluctance or, at the very least, a hesitation from the writers to start a discussion on the topic. However, by the end of our brainstorming session, I had to cut the conversation short to not go overboard on our time frame.
The first time I walked into Korzo Theater, Prinsestraat 42, 2513 CE The Hague, my stress levels were almost human. They grew in my stomach during the night, forest of uncertainties, expectations and excitements. When we walked into Korzo for the first time, my stress and I, were holding hands.
“To be or not to be: that is the question:” Familiar words, right? Many people reading these lines could say for certain that these are Hamlet’s words. More precisely, Shakespeare’s Hamlet’s words. At this point, recognizing this piece is expected general knowledge for many.
I was greeted by the sun, her Australian Shepherd (who ran around with my Border Collie like crazy), and a coffee in her backyard (right next to where her partner was at work in their large fruits and vegetables garden).
It’s February 23rd, 2021, and for the first time in years, the temperature is below zero for the sixth straight day. Groningen’s usually yellow, cobbled streets are white and where there once was water in the canals and lakes of Noorderplantsoen
My older sister and I are sitting precariously on a half-damp old piece of wood. It was probably a long, robust and important branch once to some wise old oak or perhaps even more probable to a beech.