It seems like it’s too far off to do proper Halloween posts, but here’s our Halloween Archive anyway.
The Artwork Of Pierre Brassau
In February 1964, four paintings by a previously unknown avant-garde French artist named Pierre Brassau were exhibited at an art show in Göteborg, Sweden. Also at the show were works by artists from England, Denmark, Austria, Italy, and Sweden, but it was the works of the French artist that attracted all the attention.
Art critics, journalists, and students, glasses of wine in hand, silently contemplated Brassau’s creations. Their praise was almost unanimous. Rolf Anderberg of the morning Posten later wrote that most of the works at the show were “ponderous,” but not those of Brassau:
“Pierre Brassau paints with powerful strokes, but also with clear determination. His brush strokes twist with furious fastidiousness. Pierre is an artist who performs with the delicacy of a ballet dancer.” Continue reading “The Artwork Of Pierre Brassau”
Kid Squid
Oh yeah, and here’s a young wombat eating corn.
[Found here.]
Hold Still. We’re Going Velour.
Ents
In a tiny corner of western Poland a forest of about 400 pine trees grow with a 90 degree bend at the base of their trunks – all bent northward. Surrounded by a larger forest of straight growing pine trees this collection of curved trees, or “Crooked Forest,” is a mystery.
[via]
Saturday Matinee – Sand Castle, Whistling and Harpo Marx
The Sand Castle, 1977,
Loud, piercing and sharp… a whistle is hard to ignore. But whistling languages are in danger of dying out. But residents of Kusköy on the Black Sea coast still communicate by whistling.An ee sounds higher than an ah. Consonants are distinguished by changes in pitch over different intervals of time. Eskimos communicate with whistles; so do indigenous people in the Amazon, and in Europe shepherds keep boredom at bay and communicate by whistling to each other. But the world’s 70 whistling languages are slowly becoming extinct. Kusköy in Turkey is defending the tradition.
[Found here.]
And because last night was a full moon, with a partial penumbral eclipse that no one noticed, we have these:
David Gilmore’s acoustic version of “Breathe”
Nat King Cole’s version of “Blue Moon,” and this:
I’m not sure if Harpo was self-taught, but I know that some items in his Wikipedia entry are contradicted by Groucho’s Autobiography. The story I recall (that means “I seem to remember but I’m too lazy to research it”): there was a dispute with a theater owner where the brothers were perfoming. Harpo was pissed, said he hoped the place burned down. It did, and Harpo vowed never to speak on stage again. I don’t know if it’s true, but I recall (again, that means “I seem to remember but I’m too lazy to research it”) that’s what Groucho claimed.
Have a great weekend, folks.
Bunk
The .Gif Friday Post No.302 – Lotta Dancer, Dog Blower & Pound Dropper
Armed Furniture – A Table without legs
Ale Wars
[Found here.]
Tacky Raccoons 
