Astounding Magazine
The Humorous Experimental Art Magazine
Thursday, May 9, 2024
This painting by Willem de Kooning painted in 1955 sold for 300 million dollars in 2015. The only thing you can say about it is that the colors and the shapes and lines give it a direct, pleasant even happy look. But like most abstract paintings you are left wondering what it is all about. De Kooning was born in Rotterdam, Netherlands and came to the United States as a Castaway. He worked as a house painter, carpenter and many other things before becoming a painter. You get the feeling that he used the same large brushes used to paint houses when he did this painting.
Tuesday, May 7, 2024
From the Travel Memoir
Nuwara Eliya is actually two different cities, when the sun shines it’s one of the most pleasant and picturesque cities in the country. But on this cold, dark, damp evening near the Gregory Lake it was one of the most dismal places I have ever been to. Lake Gregory was once a Swampy Bog, but in 1873 British Governor Sir William Gregory decided to dam the Thalagala Lake that originated in the Piduruthalagala Mountains and this strange lake was born. People seemed to have come to this central gathering place near the lake in bad light to have fun. I decided to take a boat ride, in the distance I could see the once beautiful mountains that I had admired on an earlier visit, now seemed alarming and bleak at the same time. The boat ride was boring and monotonous, nothing much happens and the biggest thrill is at the end when the boat thuds into the rubber tires almost throwing you overboard. The next thing to do seemed to be a five kilometer bike ride in a track adjoining the lake and I decided to try it. I found that I was the only person on this track. A cold dark lonely wind blew from the river to the track, what in God’s name was I doing here, and then mercifully I came to the end of the track. I had ridden 5 Kilometers but it seemed much more. Just as I turned and started to ride back it started to rain heavily. I was soaked, there was a man walking in the distance, probably a park employee, when I asked him where I could find some shelter he showed me a distant tree. At the tree there were five Indians four men and a woman. They jabbered in their language and sometimes used English in between. From what I could gather one of them had a serious illness that meant he could possibly die if he got wet on a downpour like this. He also had depression. You could see the others trying desperately to cheer him up including telling Hindi jokes, talking to him like a chicken etc. The tree offered very little shelter so I decided to ride on. Then I returned the bike and decided to walk to town. Considering how many people visit it, you always get the feeling that Nuwara Eliya is an under-lit city. It really is very dark. Eventually I had walked near the outskirts of the city. The rain had stopped and the sky seemed clear and I looked up. God the stars from here were gorgeous. They were the brightest I had ever seen. It was unbelievable really. And I realized I liked Nuwara Eliya even when it was dark.
Saturday, May 4, 2024
Good old bad books
One day in a
second-hand bookshop I had a strange idea. Why not read books that are old and
obscure, books that never even came close to making it to the best-seller list
and write about my strange experience. I knew that in the art world paintings
that sell for millions of dollars aren't always the best paintings. Several
factors are at play, including the artist's personality, connections, etc. I
guess if the artist is really popular even crap could be sold at a high price.
I believe there were many books out there that never became popular, but are
still very good or even more interestingly very bad. My objective was to find
them and read them. This mostly involved reading very old novels. This method
led me sometimes to read some of the strangest books that had ever been written
but they were interesting for this very reason. All best sellers read the same
way, but bad books all sound different from each other. Some bad books are very
funny and make you wonder what kind of person wrote them. But I did find some
books that could be called gems though they never became popular. When a book
becomes a best-seller and everyone reads it, it somehow loses its magic. For
me, the whole second-hand book shop reading adventure was one of the most
fulfilling things I had ever done. Maybe one day I could use this experience to
write a book about the strange books I read, and the stranger lives of people
who wrote them. However like most of my projects it never got off the ground,
mainly because I did not have time to read. But a funny world awaits anyone who
visits second-hand bookshops and reads randomly old novels or short stories or
even non-fiction books that never really made it.
Thursday, May 2, 2024
Unforgettable Artists
Many years ago I read a book about a Sri Lankan artist named Tom Jones (Not his real name). The only way to describe Tom Jones paintings would be “Very Boring, bordering on uninspired". Almost all his paintings showed one or more coconut trees on a beach with the sea on the background, painted with different shades of a dull brown, hardly the kind of thing that would excite anyone. Sometimes an old fashioned figure would stand near the pensive coconut tree, sometimes a boat would float aimlessly in the distant sea, sometimes the moon or sun would look down moodily upon it all, as if wondering why this painting was done. The question that comes to any reasonable persons mind is why on Earth didn’t someone stop him from doing, thousands upon thousands of paintings with such colors, with such depressing draftsmanship. It was the kind of painting that could be used to put someone with a dull mind to sleep. But here was the thing, these paintings were incredibly haunting. Many years after viewing them they kind of remained in your mind, attached in a strange way to your nervous system. And I suddenly realized after about two decades that these were the most memorable paintings I’ve ever seen.
It turns out that there is another painter in UK who paints the same dreary mundane things as Tom Jones named L.S. Lowry. Given below is a painting by Lowry. All his paintings seem to follow this style.
Tuesday, April 23, 2024
The Dream that Flew Away
Sunday, April 14, 2024
IF YOU MAKE A FRIEND OF TIME
Thursday, April 11, 2024
Wednesday, April 3, 2024
How it all Began
My paternal uncle, was once a world-famous scientist and inventor, but now nobody took him seriously. For all his brilliance if two words could be used to describe him they would be Extremely Eccentric. He had the strange habit of suddenly asking a physics question in the middle of a normal conversation and you were liable to be scolded if you did not give a satisfactory answer. For this reason some people including many of his former colleagues avoided him. Some said it was old age encroaching, some said it was an illness of the mind.