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Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, BLOODY MARY
My first entry for the Month of Fear art challenge, I sketched as I invoked her name. I’m also counting this as Inktober day 2!
Name: Viki Yeon
Country: South Korea
Name: Meny Hilsenrad
Country: Israel, Ramat-Gan
Studio: Aiko Studio
Salvador Dali ~ “Galatea of the Spheres”, 1952
The Galatea of the Spheres is a marvelous portrait of Salvador Dali’s wife known as Gala. Gala was born Elena Ivanovna Diakonova (7 September 1894 – 10 June 1982) in Russia, to a family of intellectuals. Dali first met Gala in 1929 while working on the film Un Chien Andalou with Luis Bunuel- Gala was the wife of another Surrealist, Paul Eluard. Salvador Dali seduced Gala away from Eluard. In 1934 Dali and Gala were married in a civil ceremony in Paris and in 1958 the church permitted a Catholic ceremony (Gala’s former husband died in 1952) and forever after she became known as Gala Éluard Dalí. Gala managed Dali’s business affairs for their entire marriage a task to which the artist was unsuited. Salvador Dali considered Gala his world and his saviour and signed many of his works with her name. <source>
you drive around l.a and you see beige strip malls and offices from 1982 and beautiful mid century houses and odd architectural detritus and autobody shops and pawn shops and check cashing places and mountains and desert and eucalyptus trees and craftsmen houses and every other disparate and baffling thing that has found it’s way to los angeles.
and then occasionally you see things that remind you that at one point l.a had the makings of a normal city.
union station is one of those things. it’s a beautiful old train station and it sits nicely in the pantheon of beautiful old train stations. because at one point l.a was destined to be a normal city, with normal and beautiful buildings and an urban core and public transportation. and then the 20th century happened and l.a exploded in every direction, literally, metaphorically, figuratively.
little outposts of normalcy were left behind, clustered around a leaking downtown like little dioramas of conventional urbanism. you look at union station and think, “wow, this was built when people still expected l.a to behave like other cities”.
it was built when everyone assumed that the future would involve public transit and urban hubs and tall buildings. and then BOOM l.a blew up in every direction, metastasizing oddly and dysfunctionally and beautifully into a city without a center. a city where the remnants of public transit were covered over with an embarrassed cough.
now we’re rediscovering public transit and urban centers and l.a is starting to feel like a live-able city again, not just a sprawling tapestry of freeways and loneliness. but it’s the 21st century. the 20th century gave birth to l.a but also almost destroyed it. the 20th century made l.a a city of the oddball future, and now we’re slowly realizing that some simple things from the past are still worth having around. like urban hubs and public transit and walkable streets and venerable buildings.
also i just realized i’m rambling. i blame insomnia and fluoride.
here’s union station, it’s really pretty.