Friday, April 22, 2011

Damien Rice - "What if I'm Wrong" (Unplugged)

Mornings In Bed - Part X - It's my blog and I can wake up with Damien Rice if I want!



So...I've been writing this 10 day blog for about 20 days now...
Waking up with a dead artist in my bed. Inspiring; yet...
When one truly falls in love;
Talula Love...
it's about more than just a fling
it's the kinda
thing
that lasts a lifetime.

No one artist has emotionally moved Talula Love Bottoms musically more
than Damien Rice. I think we know that now due to the repeated use of his
lyrics.
Fortunate for me...and it's all about me (in bed);
Damien has been working harder than Talula and she is going to reap the
benefits of his passion.

I hear his lyrics and paintings dance through my head. I feel the words.
I may be a fake and a phony when it comes to loving Bologne...but
I am honest and true with you.

Damien Rice
What If I'm Wrong

We could wrestle with tomorrow
Till tomorrow's in the past
Because I have torn apart what's beautiful
To prove that nothing lasts

I have stayed locked behind this door
To show there's no way out
I got lost within the space between
The question and the doubt

On an ordinary day
In an ordinary way
I have combed the cracks of virtue
For a place to lay the blame

And I have hated, I have lied
Been guilty and denied
I've dismissed the ones who question me
Declaring I am right

What if I'm wrong
What if I'm wrong

I have built a wall between
What I believe and what is true
I have sacrificed the love I had
For power over you

I have deflected those who disagree
And walked over the weak
I have placed a gun within the mouth
Of those who dare to speak

On an ordinary day
In an ordinary way
I have crushed the minds of children
With extraordinary shame

And I have carried on this war
Though no one wins an endless fight
I have claimed that God is guiding me
And killed to prove I'm right

What if I'm wrong
What if I'm wrong
What if I'm wrong
What if I'm wrong

Is this soul worth saving at all?
Cos' if I lose my wings then surely I must fall
And God'll faint, fall insane

We could wrestle with tomorrow
Till tomorrow's in the past
We could tear apart what's beautiful
To prove that nothing lasts

We could stay locked behind the doors
To show there's no way out
We got lost within the space between
The question and the doubt

What if we're wrong

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Mornings in Bed - Part IX - Turner on!



To feel the weight of it on you.
The power followed by exhaustion. Victory matched with defeat.
The burst of fury followed but the gentle push and pull of currents.
The slow pulse of time....


Talula explodes through the crowd..pushing and pulling to get to the center of the storm. One glimpse of The Fighting "Termeraire" and she feels more complete. It's ok to fade into the distance physically if you are emotionally diving into the center of the storm.
Talula lives by the Four Agreements as mentioned previously..but in consistency lies powerful reminders and eventually...truth.
1. Be Impeccable with your Word
2. Don’t Take Anything Personally
3. Don’t Make Assumptions
4. Always Do Your Best

She believes Turner lived this way as well...his work was met with criticism but he believed in it. He wasn't your normal 1800 painter; but he was progressive. Without saying the words..his art spoke for him.

Talula wanted to stand on the deck of the boat and experience the turmoil like Joseph Mallord William Turner.
She was no longer willing to stand and watch the excitement. She was jumping on board.

She could feel natures mood. He was a quiet fellow; but his skill showed up his silence.

At times he seemed too wild. Too careless...but to stand in front of one of his artworks today is to appreciate in fullness the emotional relationship he had with his subject.

He was a collector of information. Josh Rushkin writes "...from his tenth year to his seventieth, he never passed a day, and seldom an hour, without obtaining the accurate knowledge of some great natural fact; and, never forgetting anything he once knew, he keeps expressing this enormous and accumulated knowledge."

Information in art. What a wonderful source to learn from.

Another thing...maybe the most fabulous thing that Talula loves about Turner is that he liked things off on the perpendicular, and he liked to work big!

I'm not going to go there because I'm certain if you know me well...you already did.

Talula's going to go stand in the rain...catch ya on the wild side if you dare.

TlovesTurns
talulalovebottoms.com bitches. It doesn't exist but it was fun to say.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Mornings In Bed - Part VIII - Talula is waking up with a woman today....


Portia wounding her thigh

And...what a woman she was.
Four reasons why Talula fell in love with Elisabetta Sirani...
1. She was from a town called Bologna. hello.
2. She opened a studio for women artists
3. ...and even though she suffered from depression she continued to work
4. She was known for completing paintings quickly

Talula Love Bottoms is not real. She is all of us hard working, creative, hungry, dedicated artists combined into a name. The name is fun, intriguing, assuming, and fearless. The name is a movement. The movement is not new...
it is exactly what Elisabetta did...(I call her Betta in bed..hhahahaha; are you witty enough to have gotten that on first read????) Betta in bed than Picasso and Vermeer combined. Ha.

Anyhoot...Talula Love Bottoms is Elisabetta Sirani, she is Louise Nevelson, she is Rembrant, Chagall, Frank Gonzales, Ryan Loper, Jamie D, Jaime K, Sven, Kate Facenda, Sarah Tschaar, La Tang aka Adam Bruno. She is us. She works hard to create a space for you to work in and on.

And in these humorous chatters about the masters she pulls inspiration and strength.
She believes that art will mend this broken world. Help her piece it together by spreading the vibe, by creating art, by supporting local arts and by creating spaces and ideas where artists can thrive. Thank you.

Back to Elisabetta...she's starting to get hungry. "Bologna Sandwich love?" I whisper to the pages of her life slipping through my fingers...Many of her subjects were woman so I assumed she would be a wise choice to bring to bed.

"Though she painted some portraits, many of her works dealt with religious and historical scenes. She often featured women. She's known for paintings of the muse Melpomene, Delilah holding scissors, The Madonna of the Rose and several other Madonnas, Cleopatra, Mary Magdalene, Galatea, Judith, Portia, Cain, the biblical Michael, Saint Jermone, and others. Many featured women."

...and then it is suggested that her maid poisoned her and she died at age 27.

All these dead artists in my bed.. one would think I was Marina Abramovic!!!
You know Lady Gaga wants to be Talula!!!! Soon enough kids...soon enough!!

With love and travel,
two more days.
Talula
Talula
"I don't want to lose it
It must be worth losing
if it is worth something"

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Mornings In Bed - Part VII - If Vermeer were painting today...he'd probably paint people in Yoga poses....


For Vermeer light was natures canvas: it not only described the shape of all things but it also bestowed upon them their colors.

Talula believes that if Vermeer was an artist today...he would probably paint people in yoga positions.

Serenity was the emotion felt in his artwork.

As I lay in bed, with my eyes closed...I can fall asleep peacefully with the images of Maidservant Pouring Milk,Lady with a Lute, and Lady Reading a Letter at and Open Window.

There is a stillness in his work.
Talula believes stillness in our society should be a forced practice.

Ok...everyone...everyday at 2:32pm you are going to stop what you are doing; stand still and observe your presence. Inhale, exhale. Breathe in the scents around you. Feel the air pass through your body giving your cells energy....feel the texture of the object you are holding...feel the information of your nerves transferring that texture information to your brain. Allow the light and temperatures around you to permeate the translucence of your skin. Feel the air surround your body in a single layer of energy.
inhale, exhale. 2:33pm.

That is Jan Vermeers art. He was able to capture that moment in the few paintings that are left from his collection.

Ahhhhhh...to wake up with Vermeer in The Golden Age is like waking up after a nap on the beach with the suns heat on your skin and the brightness of light on your lids as they first peel open....

Good day friends. May light, love, energy and the glory of nature be present in your life.

Wtf...Vermeer makes Talula nice. She feels lighter with him around....ha. ha.
Maybe he's the one. hmmmm. (ok..you can laugh aloud with the knowledge that Talula is too burlesque to have only one man....and she just realized whats missing from her mornings...and that would be a woman. Whhhaaatttttttttt?)
xoxo,
Talula loves Vermeer Bottoms

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Mornings In Bed - Part VI - Picasso said he can see right thru me.....what a jerk!


Talula Love Bottoms has a penchant for recklessness...
but never stupidity..
If she wakes up with Picasso in bed;
it's intentional...

..and fabulously disastrous.

Like Guernica.
As mentioned in peer groups; if there is one painting that I could stand before
and know that the scale and power of it would change my life;

It would be Picasso's Guernica.
I didn't know the story of Guernica when I first saw the artwork.
I just felt myself fall into it.
Kinda like I fell into bed this morning...
It was really great. Thanks.

The painting sucked in my soul and put me in a place
that I didn't exactly say I wanted to be.

In the 1930's Picasso was increasingly preoccupied with violence.
This is when the Minotaur started to appear in his works. The Minotaur is a
savage mythological beast half-man and half-bull (In the Urban dictionary the definition just says...man?????)

Well..let's just skip over the details of how Picasso viewed the Minotaur in his artworks as it is an unpleasant subject to discuss.... to simply observe what Talula believes its intention was in Guernica...
..Cause it's there; tromping all over the village in its rage.

(insert dramatic classical piano music in the diminished chord here)
Talula believes Picasso's presenting the impact of war to the viewer.

War.

Many artists have interpreted war a million times over. This one artwork...
is the beast of it.

Talula is not a fan of images of war; but it is clear to her, in this artwork -
that neither was Picasso...and in spite of his over psychoanalyzed life...
Picasso's brilliance and understanding of the story he was telling in this artwork
was of epic importance and proportion.

Ouch. He just slapped me. Said he can see right thru me...
damn cubist.

Oh...btw; I'm in Spain. Talula needed some flava...
Out.
T.Corazon.B
(accent over the o)

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Mornings In Bed - Part V - Talula wants to climb to the top of Michelangelo's.....


dome. Ya know...the one at St. Peters.

To dance in the streets of Rome as TalulaRoma!

Talula is going to bow down right now in what looks like downward dog...
but it is in homage to a great artist...and in no way is her sacrilege, sarcasm, irreverence and/or any disrespect ever, ever, intended to devalue the masters in any way. These writings are intended as humorous tributes to those who inspire Talula Love Bottoms..and at times, between the lines, they really are not that funny.

I actually quiver when I think of his works....
See..it's nearly impossible for Talula's love of art not to sound sexual.

So...with that said; shall we climb?

In this Talula relates...
"Michelangelo had never been the terrible-tempered troglodyte his enemies liked to portray. It is true in his blackest moods he was, to put it plainly, impossible, and at such times he seemed almost to take a savage satisfaction in being unloved and unlovable"... "For a great many years Michelangelo's commitments to friendship had been limited to his obsessive commitment to his art."

Michelangelo was tense, neurotic, and always restlessly searching for deeper significance. Everything he created reveals an inner conflict, and unreconciled struggle.

Talula. Talula. Talula.

..."what use to want to make so many puppets,
If they have made me in the end like him
Who crossed the water, and then drowned in slops?

My honored art, wherein I was for a time
In such esteem, has brought me down to this:
Poor and old, under another's thumb,

I am undone if I do not die fast."

"In this pessimism lies the central quality of Michelangelo's genius."
John Walker

_______________________________

I pose this question in regards to the above statement to the handful of you that actually read this...

An inner struggle...that produces art like the body of work that Michelangelo completed...to still at days end be met with doubt? Was it that he knew that the greatest works on earth were to come from two levels of spirituality earthly and the opposite and;

is it the present day state of our society as a whole? However...earth has failed terribly and the spiritual world is struggling with the worth of it's creation...like Michelangelo???
Does that make any sense? It was very difficult to write?

Because to me...his work is what I believe to be heavenly.
But to look at it only creates sadness in my world.
I bow down to it...
but in knowledge that he was trying to tell us something else.

Which is hard to swallow.
"that the contemplation of physical beauty will lead to spiritual revelation."

Anyhoot...it "looks" like Talula dances down the streets of Rome alone...Tendu, tombe, plie, releve, plie, straight, tendu, first....
but in her mind she dances with Michelangelo!!!...and shocker!!! He's a great dancer too!!!

Oh...side note; his formative years were spent in linen. A personal goal of Talula's titled "The linen years".

Peace out St. Peter; let's do yoga again soon!
TLBRoma.

"art is a lie that tells the truth" Pablo Picasso

Monday, April 4, 2011

Mornings In Bed - Part IV "Say goodbye to glitter...girl"


Talula just wanted to flirt in the garden.
Not fret.

She also loves the dreamlike fantasy world of Watteau. The magic of theater which is also a basis of who Talula Love Bottoms is.

Who is Talula Love Bottoms by the way? Do you know? For sure?

In his masterpiece "Garsaint's Shop Sign" 1720. Talula is the seated woman who is the focus of the artwork. Just for today.

She wanted to be dancing in the gardens of Versailles amongst the orange trees...but her fear of Louis XIV kept her more of a townie...although; she eventually became more than that as the mistress of Louis XV. Anyhoot...that was just a random Gypsy's prediction to her when she was a child. Who would have thought.

Watteau however paid tribute to the end of an era in this painting by putting ole XIV in a box. Talula likes endings...she likes change; she sits at the table in the sign shop....reading the signs, deciding what her next move is with her gypsy fate. Is Watteau giving her fame in this painting...or is she sitting around waiting for it.

Either way, per this artwork, we don't know the answer because Watteau dies young after sparking the age of extravagance for artists such as Boucher, Jean Marc Nattier and Jean-Baptiste Perronneau....and Theart. B. maybe.

With gold leaf and garnish on her bottom...
off she goes.

Later.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Mornings in Bed Part III - Menage Trois; Delacroix brings Faust (to bed) for Talula


"For the prologue of Goethe's Faust, Delacroix invented a fantastic winged devil, as muscular as a man, with hideous talons, flying over medieval towns as he cast evil spells". He was called Mesphistopheles in the book and when he first appears he is nothing but a stray poodle. Aren't they all.

Talula has fallen for a romantic! However...it was a difficult relationship from the start because she was unable to steal his attention away from his passion for literature...eh, she's only interested in getting him in bed anyway. Literature smitature....

Much like Talula's artwork being inspired by music...
Eugene Delacroix was inspired by literature. More than 100 of his paintings and drawings were derived directly from literary sources. Shakespear, Homer, and the Bible.

Goethe's Faust was to Delacroix what Damien Rice's The Professor is to Talula!

He illustrated
"In Faust's study, the poodle transforms into the devil (Mephistopheles). Faust makes an arrangement with the devil: the devil will do everything that Faust wants while he is here on Earth, and in exchange Faust will serve the devil in Hell. Faust's arrangement is that if during the time while Mephistopheles is serving Faust, Faust is so pleased with anything the devil gives him that he wants to stay in that moment forever, he will die in that instant.

When the devil tells Faust to sign the pact with blood, Faust complains that the devil does not trust Faust's word of honor. In the end, Mephistopheles wins the argument and Faust signs the contract with a drop of his own blood. Faust has a few excursions and then meets Margaret (also known as Gretchen). He is attracted to her and with jewellery and help from a neighbor, Martha, the devil draws Gretchen into Faust's arms. With influence from the devil, Faust seduces Gretchen. Gretchen's mother dies from a sleeping potion, administered by Gretchen to obtain privacy so that Faust could visit her. Gretchen discovers she is pregnant. Gretchen's brother condemns Faust, challenges him and falls dead at the hands of Faust and Mephistopheles. Gretchen drowns her illegitimate child and is convicted of the murder. Faust tries to save Gretchen from death by attempting to free her from prison. Finding that she refuses to escape, Faust and the devil flee the dungeon, while voices from Heaven announce that Gretchen shall be saved."

The Professor
By Damien Rice

Well I don't know if I'm wrong
Cause she's only just gone
Here's to another relationship
Bombed by excellent breed of gamete disease
I'm sure when I'm older I'll know what that means
Cried when she should and she laughed when she could
Here's to the man with his face in the mud
And an overcast play just taken away
From the lover's in love at the centre of stage yeah
Loving is fine if you have plenty of time
For walking on stilts at the edge of your mind
Loving is good if your dick's made of wood
And the dick left inside only half understood her
What makes her come and what makes her stay?
What make the animal run, run away yeah
What makes him stall, what makes him stand
And what shakes the elephant now
And what makes a man?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
No I don't know you any more
No, no, no, no...
I don't know if I'm wrong
'Cause shes only just gone
Why the fuck is this day taking so long
I was a lover of time and once she was mine
I was a lover indeed, I was covered in weed
Cried when she should and she laughed when she could
Well closer to god is the one who's in love
And I walk away cause I can
Too many options may kill a man
Loving is fine if it's not in your mind
But I've fucked it up now, too many times
Loving is good if it's not understood
Yeah, but I'm the professor
And feel that I should know
What makes her come and what makes her stay?
What make the animal run, run away and
What makes him tick apart from him prick
And the lonelier side of the jealousy stick
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
No I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
No I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
Hell I don't know you any more
No, no, no no...
Well I don't know if I'm wrong
'Cause she's only just gone
Here's to another relationship
Bombed by my excellent breed of gamete disease
I finished it off with some French wine and cheese
La fille danse
Quand elle joue avec moi
Et je pense que je l'aime des fois
Le silence, n'ose pas dis-donc
Quand on est ensemble
Mettre les mots
Sur la petite dodo

Next time...Talula would like Damien Rice in the room as well...
if he's in Paris anytime soon.
And that story would start like this...
A frenchman, a german and a fine, fine, fine still living and breathing Irish lad stumbled up Talula Love Bottoms....bottoms up.

adieu amoureux!