Archive for March, 2008

میعاد

Wednesday, March 26th, 2008

Photo by Pooyan Tabatabaei  - پویان طباطبایی

در فراسوی مرزهای تن ات تو را دوست می دارم

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آینه ها و شب پره های مشتاق را به من بده

روشنی و شراب را

آسمان ِ بلند و کمان ِ گشاده ی پل

پرنده ها و قوس و قزح را به من بده

و راه ِ آخرین را

در پرده یی که می زنی مکرر من .

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در فراسوی مرزهای تن ام

تو را دوست می دارم.

در آن دور دست ِ بعید

که رسالت ِ اندام ها پایان می پذیرد

و شعله و شور ِ تپش ها و خواهش ها

به تمامی

فرو می نشیند

و هر معنا قالب ِ لفظ را وامی گذارد

چنان چون روحی

که جسد را در پایان ِ سفر ،

تا به هجوم ِ کرکس های پایان اش وانهد …

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در فراسوهای عشق

تو را دوست می دارم ،

در فراسوهای پرده و رنگ .

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در فراسوهای پیکرهای مان

با من وعده ی دیداری بده .

احمد شاملو

Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye

Sunday, March 23rd, 2008

Pooyan Tabatabaei -

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
Leonard Cohen

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Thursday, March 20th, 2008

Buddha Composed

Sunday, March 16th, 2008

The Buddha Composed was an exhibition at the Varley Gallery of Markham Ontario by Julie Oakes that addresses a fresh interpretation of the centuries-old Buddhist culture and tradition. Curated by Katerina Attanassova, it featured a collaborative piece that Oakes did with eleven different artists. It was the premier vernissage for the bronze Weeping Monkey, a sculpture based on suffering with turquoise eyes that slowly leak tears. Opening to Tibetan monks dedicating a prayer to all sentient beings with sitar music by Prosad, this video, directed by Pooyan Tabatabaei.

Through the Aging Eyes of an Impressionist

Monday, March 10th, 2008

Degas

Later in life, Edgar Degas suffered from poor vision probably associated with macular degeneration. His brushwork seemed less refined closer to his death in 1917. “Bodies were outlined irregularly, images were marred by strange blotches of color, and there was virtually no detailing of faces or clothing,” Marmor wrote.

To test whether that affected Degas’ work, Marmor used Photoshop to re-create what the artist may have seen.

While the two later paintings (After the Bath, Woman Drying Herself and Woman Drying Herself) look rough in their original form (above), the blurring effect eliminated the coarseness (below).


Monet

Claude Monet, who often painted nature and buildings in his paintings, suffered from cataracts as he got older. The eye disorder can disrupt color perception and visual acuity.

The results suggest that both Monet’s and Edgar Degas’ vision corrupted their ability to see colors correctly. The results cast doubt on the standing theory that the artists’ change in style reflected a growing interest in expressionism.

According to Stanford researcher Michael Marmor, Monet’s work began to show a yellowish cast as his cataracts developed. To reveal how Monet saw the world, Marmor darkened images using Photoshop and reduced the levels of blue to replicate a yellowing effect. He also used blurring filters.

These paintings were created about the time of his most severe visual disability. Top left is the Japanese Bridge at Giverny (1918-1924; oil on canvas, 89 100 cm); Muse´e Marmottan, Paris, France/Giraudon/Bridgeman Art Library. Top right represents what Monet would have seen through a disabling nuclear sclerotic cataract with a visual acuity of 20/200. Bottom left is Monet’s Japanese Bridge at Giverny (1918-1924; oil on canvas, 89 100 cm); Muse´e Marmottan, Paris/Giraudon/Bridgeman Art Library. Bottom right is what the painter would have seen through a disabling cataract with a visual acuity of 20/200. The colors are surprisingly consistent in the images on the right despite the marked differences between those on the left.


Monet

Top left is Monet’s painting Waterlilies, done when he had moderate cataracts (1915; oil on canvas, 130 153 cm; Muse´e Marmottan, Paris, France/Bridgeman Art Library). Top right is the same image, blurred using Photoshop as it would have appeared to Monet at the time. The bottom image is a detail of the left section Monet’s Morning With Weeping Willows, painted after the cataract was removed (1915-1926; oil on canvas, 200 425 cm; Muse´e de l’Orangerie, Paris/Giraudon/Bridgeman Art Library).


Monet

Top left is a photograph of the subject of Monet’s Water Lily Pond as the bridge appears today. Bottom left is the photograph, blurred using Photoshop as it might appear through a moderate nuclear sclerotic cataract.

Top right is the painting (1899; oil on canvas, 89 92 cm; National Gallery, London, England/Bridgeman Art Library), which was created before Monet suffered any visual symptoms. Bottom right is the photograph again seen through a disabling cataract with a visual acuity of 20/200.

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Love Story

Friday, March 7th, 2008

Save The Last Dance For Me

Tuesday, March 4th, 2008

Photo by Pooyan Tabatabaei - Last Dance - پویان طباطبایی

You can dance-every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye,let him hold you tight
You can smile-every smile for the man
Who held your hand neath the pale moon light
But don’t forget who’s takin’ you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darlin’ save the last dance for me

Oh I know that the music’s fine
Like sparklin’ wine,go and have your fun
Laugh and sing,but while we’re apart
Don’t give your heart to anyone
But don’t forget who’s takin’ you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darlin’ save the last dance for me

Baby don’t you know I love you so
Can’t you feel it when we touch
I will never never let you go
I love you oh so much

You can dance,go and carry on
Till the night is gone
And it’s time to go
If he asks if you’re all alone
Can he walk you home,you must tell him no
‘Cause don’t forget who’s taking you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
Save the last dance for me

‘Cause don’t forget who’s taking you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darling,save the last dance for me
Save the last dance for me
Save the last dance for me.

Besame Mucho

Monday, March 3rd, 2008

Thanks for all the beautiful memories

Kiss Me A Lot

Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
As if tonight was
the last time.

Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
Because I fear to lose you,
To lose you again.

Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
As if tonight was
the last time.

Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
Because I fear to lose you,
To lose you again.

I want to have you very close
To see myself in your eyes,
To see you next to me,
Think that perhaps tomorrow
I already will be far,
very far from you.

Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
As if tonight was
the last time.

Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
Because I fear to lose you,
To lose you again.

Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
Because I fear to lose you,
To lose you again.

Because I fear to lose you,
To lose you again.