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Tuesday, December 16, 2025

Remedios Varo

Art Appreciation 

Remedios Varo was born on December 16, 1908, in Anglés, Girona, Spain, into a family split between her father’s rational, engineering mindset and her mother’s strict Catholic devotion. Her father trained her eye with technical drawings and frequent museum visits, while convent schooling gave her a sense of confinement she later critiqued in her art. She entered the Real Academia de Bellas Artes de San Fernando in Madrid in 1924, receiving rigorous academic training in drawing, anatomy, and traditional oil painting. 

In Madrid she encountered Surrealism as it spread through Spain’s avant-garde circles. Time spent in the Prado brought her into close contact with the fantastical worlds of Hieronymus Bosch and the psychological darkness of Francisco Goya, as well as the elongated, spiritual figures of El Greco—sources she later cited as crucial to her visual imagination. 

These older masters, filtered through Surrealism’s interest in dreams and the unconscious, shaped Varo’s mature style: meticulous, narrative paintings where alchemical laboratories, strange machines, and cloistered interiors become stages for inner transformation. 

After graduating in 1930, Varo moved between Spain and France, working in commercial illustration and joining Barcelona’s logicofobista group, a local variant of Surrealism. The Spanish Civil War and later World War II forced her first to Paris—where she linked with André Breton’s circle—and then into exile in Mexico in 1941 with the poet Benjamin Péret. 

In Mexico City she found stability and a vibrant community of artists and intellectuals, including Leonora Carrington and Kati Horna, and produced the majority of her now-celebrated paintings before her death in 1963. 

Varo’s Mexican period fused European Surrealism with occultism, alchemy, science, and esoteric philosophies. Her paintings often feature androgynous or female protagonists engaged in experimentation, travel, or quiet rebellion—figures read as reflections of her own experience of exile and intellectual questing. 

Works such as The Creation of the Birds (1957) and Embroidery of the Earth's Mantle (1961) show quasi-scientific women literally generating worlds from music, light, or thread, recasting the “mad scientist” as a thoughtful, self-directed female creator.

Technically, Varo relied heavily on graphite-on-paper drawings, often at exact scale, to plan her paintings; many drawings stand alone as finished works that reveal her precise draftsmanship. In oil she used thin glazes, fine brushes, and architectural perspective to achieve a crystalline, almost miniaturist clarity. 

Feminist scholars argue that by centering women as active agents—rather than objects—within these intricate worlds, Varo quietly subverted the male-dominated Surrealist canon. Paintings like Papilla Estelar (Celestial Pablum, 1958), Towards the Tower (1961), and The Escape (1962) are now key texts in feminist art history as well as landmarks of 20th-century Surrealism. 

The Creation of the Birds (1957)

Embroidery of the Earth's Mantle (1961)

Papilla Estelar, 1958

Towards the Tower, 1961

The Escape, 1961

Sources:

Wikipedia

https://www.theartstory.org/artist/varo-remedios

https://cadenaser.com/nacional/2025/02/27/remedios-varo-la-pintora-surrealista-consentida-de-mexico-cadena-ser

https://www.thecollector.com/remedios-varo-female-surrealist-painter/

https://www.artic.edu/articles/1052/the-dueling-dualities-of-remedios-varo

https://www.academia.edu/9180280/The_Lonely_Machine_a_Feminist_Analysis_of_the_Work_of_Remedios_Varo

https://www.britannica.com/biography/Remedios-Varo

https://nmwa.org/art/artists/remedios-varo/

https://www.dailyartmagazine.com/remedios-varo-painter-of-magic

https://student-journals.ucl.ac.uk/opticon/article/1004/galley/958/view/

https://www.christies.com/en/stories/ten-things-to-know-about-remedios-varo-1bd7c9dd53c74b0a88f1c820a74fbfaf

https://artherstory.net/material-re-enchantments-review-of-remedios-varo-science-fictions

https://maria-cristina.medium.com/great-paintings-the-creation-of-the-birds-by-remedios-varo-f53ce87f24df

https://www.wikiart.org/en/remedios-varo/embroidering-the-earth-s-mantle-1961

https://pwdgkr.medium.com/surrealism-and-the-art-of-remedios-varo-4758d0065fe0

https://www.artchive.com/artwork/towards-the-tower-remedios-varo/

https://www.reddit.com/r/museum/comments/1548tz3/remedios_varo_the_escape_1961/

Sunday, December 14, 2025

Dance: Björk - Hidden Place

Choreography: Hannah
Performed during Urban Aerial Fitness' 2025 Halloween Showcase

via Urban Aerial Fitness 

Saturday, December 13, 2025

Spinners: TACKHEY - White Party Bangkok 2025 Techtopia

via WHITE PARTY BANGKOK 

George Ezra - Budapest

Music Appreciation

English singer-songwriter George Ezra has described Budapest as his first attempt at writing a love song. Featured on his debut studio album Wanted on Voyage, the track was released on December 13, 2013. Co-written with Joel Pott and produced by Cam Blackwood, it quickly became a breakout international hit, earning widespread acclaim for its warm, folk-rock charm.

Built on the first three guitar chords Ezra ever learned, the song’s narrative name-drops Budapest—though Ezra himself had never been there. The title, he has shared, was inspired by a missed flight to the city after a night out in Malmö, Sweden. Musically, Budapest is composed in F major with a tempo of 128 bpm, pairing its upbeat rhythm with Ezra’s rich baritone to create a distinctive and inviting sound.

The official music video, directed by Rob Brandon, premiered on YouTube on April 21, 2014. It depicts a motionless crowd dressed in varied styles and accessories, interwoven with shots of Ezra performing and occasionally crowd surfing. Gradually, the crowd springs to life—sharing moments of playfulness and movement—before freezing again as Ezra stands still. The closing scene, a quiet celebration on the ground, serves as a visual metaphor for human connection awakening from stillness.



Sources:

Wikipedia

https://sonichits.com/video/George_Ezra/Blame_It_on_Me

https://www.catchy.ro/budapest/113547

https://kids.kiddle.co/Budapest_%28song%29

https://www.thissideofsanity.com/music/songs/bu/budapest.php 

https://www.thissideofsanity.com/music/songs/bu/budapest.php

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt6705890/

https://musicbrainz.org/release-group/08915df2-9f09-4285-82c7-8febd383acf9

Thursday, December 11, 2025

"...Are You Infused, With the Spirit of Good Will Towards Men?"

Years ago, during a Las Vegas trip, I experienced one of those rare, memorable moments: being approached by a woman at a bar. While my buddy schmoozed at a business convention, I sat at the bar, minding my own business, reading a book on my phone like the party animal I am.

“Mind if I join you?” asked a woman who couldn’t have been older than 24 -- I was in my early 30s. She was a striking brunette with a warm smile, wearing a sleek dress and open-toed heels.

Looking around the bar, I noticed plenty of empty seats, which made her choice of company—me—a bit curious. Then it hit me: she was an escort. A call-girl. A lady-of-the-night. My inner journalist couldn’t help but lean in.

We ended up chatting for what felt like an hour. She was surprisingly open, sharing about her life as an escort. She had a daughter, was taking classes at a community college, and was doing what she could to provide for her family. She was candid about the risks of her job and how her family had no idea. Honestly, she was fascinating—just a regular person with an unconventional job.

Eventually, she asked if I was interested in her services. Out of curiosity (purely journalistic, of course), I asked about her rates. When she explained her "menu," I admitted I was married with and a kid, and therefore, a no-go. Still, she lingered a bit longer, indulging my nosy questions about her weirdest client requests, since I myself am kinky. One tidbit stood out: Steven Seagal had apparently been one of her clients. That threw me for a loop. Teenage-me, Blockbuster-renting-Seagal-movies-me, thought, No way.

As she got up to leave, I handed her a twenty—not for her services, but because I wanted her to have a little less pressure to find her next client. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, adjusted her dress, and disappeared into the casino, leaving me with one heck of a story.

When my buddy returned, I shared the whole thing. He didn’t believe a word of it. But hey, I know it happened, and that’s all that matters.


Marty Murphy (c.1950-60)