Fri Aug 21, 2020 10:19 am
Re: My Blog...
You know, I really admire the stunning art of Beksinski, but there's something really weird about his death. So...the 19 year old boy, who killed him, knew him from his childhood on, apparently, or at least teenager time. Beksinski was paranoid, turned his apartment into a fortress, camera by the door, nobody would come in without an appointment. He wouldn't leave the house or be out after dark. Why would he let the boy in at night (or in the evening)? Why would the boy stab Beksinski 17 times, which is a passionate overkill, like a violent desire to kill? Why would the boy otherwise be seen as innocent looking, harmless, friendly kid?
I don't know, it just feels a bit, well... off. Like there's a part to that story we're not meant to hear. But it's dangerous and unfair to make assumptions now. It just doesn't quite feel right, like there is more to it.
19, I believe, is too young to be so desperate about money or dept to be ready to kill a "family friend", so to say. At that age you barely know if you even had something to lose, possibly still even too young to be extorted in a way that would drive you to betray all humanity within you. However, it's a perfect age to be dumb enough to act out of vengeance, hatred, rage. A psychopath would've covered his tracks better, I imagine. Also, he would've done similar acts or shown some symptoms, possibly. But apparently he did neither have a criminal record nor was known to do be violent or even inconsiderate, from what this sounds like.
Beyond any worldly explanation, there's always the karmic one, which will hold true no matter what. If it wasn't karma, which set it in motion, it certainly is karma now.
Anyway, nothing takes away from the genius and brilliant creations, Beksinski has given to the world. Few artists are darker or pierce more surgically into the depth of decay than he did. He could lose himself in the visualization of horror's architecture, like this is the place his mind palace called home. He would weave nightmares around himself, seemingly with ease. It's what he could see, more than what he was curious about, I think.
When I made my creatures, my creations, I had fascination for the possibility of witnessing their nature from the outside, or almost being a small portal for them to manifest in some way. Not because I wanted them to, but because I almost felt like they needed it or deserved a chance to get a portrait. Any detail I would give them was an exercise in connecting observation with logic, like an exploration of creation from an inner logic rather than a projection. And my passion went into discovery more than really the subject itself, even if I developed an appreciation for the being during my work on it. But none of them were nightmares or subjects I would've wanted to become nightmares in any way. If anything, I felt a kind of compassion for most and some form of respect, too. It also wasn't a need for me to create some specific creature, but merely an opening of myself to allow them to come through in some way. Maybe that's why I am not at all paranoid or afraid by nature. Someone usually has to remind me to close the front door, haha.
So, yeah, it's interesting just to ponder a little about the differences between us artists.
Oh, dear, I just finished watching this thing (thanks, Lemi!), and it's very, very spooky, really. I really cannot shake that there was something utterly wrong regarding Beksinski. If you put everything together and brush all the bullshit to the side that's been said there, you end up with a picture as sinister and mysterious as his art itself.
I'm just saying...before this little documentary I had nothing but great admiration for him and compassion and sadness about his death. Now...well...I get the feeling that everything is really just as it had to be for reasons that probably don't ask for too much sympathy.
I mean, I could be very wrong, of course. 
I don't know, it just feels a bit, well... off. Like there's a part to that story we're not meant to hear. But it's dangerous and unfair to make assumptions now. It just doesn't quite feel right, like there is more to it.
19, I believe, is too young to be so desperate about money or dept to be ready to kill a "family friend", so to say. At that age you barely know if you even had something to lose, possibly still even too young to be extorted in a way that would drive you to betray all humanity within you. However, it's a perfect age to be dumb enough to act out of vengeance, hatred, rage. A psychopath would've covered his tracks better, I imagine. Also, he would've done similar acts or shown some symptoms, possibly. But apparently he did neither have a criminal record nor was known to do be violent or even inconsiderate, from what this sounds like.
Beyond any worldly explanation, there's always the karmic one, which will hold true no matter what. If it wasn't karma, which set it in motion, it certainly is karma now.
Anyway, nothing takes away from the genius and brilliant creations, Beksinski has given to the world. Few artists are darker or pierce more surgically into the depth of decay than he did. He could lose himself in the visualization of horror's architecture, like this is the place his mind palace called home. He would weave nightmares around himself, seemingly with ease. It's what he could see, more than what he was curious about, I think.
When I made my creatures, my creations, I had fascination for the possibility of witnessing their nature from the outside, or almost being a small portal for them to manifest in some way. Not because I wanted them to, but because I almost felt like they needed it or deserved a chance to get a portrait. Any detail I would give them was an exercise in connecting observation with logic, like an exploration of creation from an inner logic rather than a projection. And my passion went into discovery more than really the subject itself, even if I developed an appreciation for the being during my work on it. But none of them were nightmares or subjects I would've wanted to become nightmares in any way. If anything, I felt a kind of compassion for most and some form of respect, too. It also wasn't a need for me to create some specific creature, but merely an opening of myself to allow them to come through in some way. Maybe that's why I am not at all paranoid or afraid by nature. Someone usually has to remind me to close the front door, haha.
So, yeah, it's interesting just to ponder a little about the differences between us artists.
Oh, dear, I just finished watching this thing (thanks, Lemi!), and it's very, very spooky, really. I really cannot shake that there was something utterly wrong regarding Beksinski. If you put everything together and brush all the bullshit to the side that's been said there, you end up with a picture as sinister and mysterious as his art itself.
I'm just saying...before this little documentary I had nothing but great admiration for him and compassion and sadness about his death. Now...well...I get the feeling that everything is really just as it had to be for reasons that probably don't ask for too much sympathy.
I mean, I could be very wrong, of course. 
...I am sensing that he's complaining about some stupidity out there? 
