tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660090614793277371.post6566212603928151201..comments2024-03-19T21:14:01.007-07:00Comments on The Compass Rose: Welcome to Thibaud Street - Part ICurtis Favillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06213075853354387634noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660090614793277371.post-68050115968060799192013-02-24T17:48:10.991-08:002013-02-24T17:48:10.991-08:00Thiebaud, Curtis, Thiebaud!Thiebaud, Curtis, Thiebaud!Charles Sherehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10480432901356490235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1660090614793277371.post-24082663424863762732013-02-23T07:24:15.119-08:002013-02-23T07:24:15.119-08:00Curtis,
the night after reading this I dreamt I&#...Curtis,<br /><br />the night after reading this I dreamt I'd tried to take a snapshot, on my iPhone (though I actually don't have one!), of a rollercoaster road, from the top looking down, just as I was about to drive down it. I suppose my intention was to post it with commentary at my blog. The road in my dream (I soon realized) was actually one I'd walked up and down on as a kid often whenever I visited a high school friend who'd lived at the top.<br /><br />There must be something in the "unsettling disorientation" in the Thibaud artwork--or in perhaps its eerie resemblance to modern cityscapes, that caused this: perhaps Thibaud's art shows that deep archetypal fears of steep terrains and uncontrollable motions lie dormant til art resurrect them. Why do artistic representations of things with the potential to push us down or over, as into the 'black hole', affect us in this way? Francis Bacon's nightmarish bodies have also the same ambivalent attraction and repulsion powers.Conrad DiDiodatohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18312831623791642286noreply@blogger.com