Melancholia.

Some people call it a masterpiece, and I’m pretty sure I agree. I was physically hurting during the whole film, but in the best way possible. It was so fascinating in the psychological aspect, beautifully showing how the human mind copes with certain situations. It was breathtaking in the visual aspect, depicting scenes, themes and symbolism in a way that merges painting and video – two art forms that can look forced and unnatural together, but here feel organic and very necessary for the overall vision. The same is to be said of the music, the use of classical compositions by Wagner added an epic feel, something that is needed for a movie that treats this big of a theme – anything less dramatic would have ruined it.

And lastly, the emotional aspect – completely heartbreaking.In the opening scene, we are shown how Earth is swallowed by this unknown blue planet, and during the whole film, we get to follow two sisters in the events leading up to the apocalypse. Before watching the movie, I thought I had an idea of how it would be carried out –  I was wrong. So very wrong. It was all set up in a way that, after the final scene, left me shivering with tears streaming down my face. We are alone on this planet. The universe is close to infinite, and there may be life outside of our atmosphere, but when it comes down to it, this, and only this, is our world. And imagine if it all turned to nothing – there would be nowhere to hide. No way to escape it. No way to save yourself. Everything would be gone, and no one would be around to miss it. And even though the apocalypse usually seems so incomprehensible, this film made it feel very real. For two hours, I actually believed that the world was ending. And how would you cope with that? You wouldn’t. Not really. But that doesn’t matter. Because you’d be gone anyway.

Kirsten Dunst as Justine, Cameron Spurr as Leo, and Charlotte Gainsbourg as Claire in Melancholia (2011)

Cupid and Psyche.

This Friday, my dear friend Succy returned from her trip to France, and she told me about all the things she did there. She went to The Louvre, for the second time, and showed me here favorite work of art. I gasped aloud when I saw the link. I remember reading about this myth a year ago, and I really liked the story. This statue was a perfect reminder. So stunning. I just had to put it here.

Once upon a time there was a king with three daughters. They were all beautiful, but by far the most beautiful was the youngest, Psyche. She was so beautiful that people began to neglect the worship of Venus, the goddess of love and beauty. Venus was very jealous, and asked her son Cupid (the boy with the arrows) to make Psyche fall in love with a horrible monster. When he saw how beautiful she was, Cupid dropped the arrow meant for her and pricked himself, and fell in love with her.

Despite her great beauty no-one wanted to marry Psyche. Her parents consulted an oracle, and were told that she was destined to marry a monster, and they were to take her to the top of a mountain and leave her there. The west wind took her and wafted her away to a palace, where she was waited on by invisible servants. When night came her new husband visited her, and told her that he would always visit her by night and she must never try to see him.

Although her invisible husband was kind and gentle with her, and the invisible servants attended to her every desire, Psyche grew homesick. She persuaded her husband to allow her sisters to visit her. When they saw how she lived they became very jealous and talked Psyche into peeking at her husband, saying that he was a monster who was fattening her up to be eaten and that her only chance of safety was to kill him. Psyche took a lamp and a knife, but when she saw her beautiful husband, Cupid, she was so surprised she dripped some hot wax onto his shoulder, waking him. He took in the situation at a glance and immediately left Psyche and the magnificent palace she had been living in disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Psyche roamed about looking for her husband, and eventually in desperation approached his mother, Venus. Still angry, the goddess set various tasks for Psyche, all of which she passed, with a bit of help from ants and river gods. At last Cupid found out what was going on, and he persuaded Jupiter to order Venus to stop her persecution of Psyche. Then they were married and lived happily ever after – and it really was ever after since Psyche was made a goddess.

(Story taken from here.)

Art as the main component of one’s existance.

I was introduced to a few amazing artists the other day – John Virtue, Banksy, Alex Pardee, Shepard Fairey and Jake and Dinos Chapman. A couple of those do very disturbing work, but amazing all the same. The funny thing is that it was through Omegle of all places. Troll was posing as a 48 year-old pedophile who wanted young girls and I started lecturing him on his sick ways, effectively creeping him out. It ended up being a nice conversation, and though it (obviously) was a one time thing, it did give me a lot. When I said I hadn’t heard about Banksy, his reaction was: “Woah.” Yeah, that made me feel a bit bad. Thank God I don’t walk around in ignorance anymore. Yes, so this is sort of an art appreciation post, but it’s also kind of a Troll appreciation post, seeing as it was the nicest conversation I’ve ever had with a person I don’t know. Yep, so thanks Troll. And in case he’s reading this:

This is definitely real (and not the puppet masters trying to trick you into thinking that it is). It isn’t a game. But I know a part of you will believe it no matter what I say, because you want it to be.

By John Virtue. Isn’t it amazing?

We are beautiful, we are doomed.

Art made by the amazing Deviant To-fu. I love the way she manages to make it look like there’s a film over their eyes. Makes them look clouded, like they’re there, but yet, they’re somewhere else. They are beautiful, and judging by their confident superiority à la Looking for Alaska (read it btw, Holden incarnate), they may very well be doomed.

Tune of the Day, to continue in the “live hard, die fast” lines. I’ve always been drawn to stories about teenagers being on top of the world, having everything, and then in the end crashing…hard. There’s something about the Tragic Adolescent that fascinates me:

Los Campesinos! – We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed

I cannot emphasise enough that my body
Is a badly designed, poorly put together vessel,
Harbouring these diminishing, so-called ‘vital organs’
Hope my heart goes first,
I HOPE MY HEART GOES FIRST!