Banksy Tattooes

So, I am a little ashamed to say this, but I didn’t know until today that you could have an artwork tattooed on your body – I mean, of course you can, maybe I just never thought about it. And when doing some research for a gallery project today, I found a lot of images of people who have a work by Banksy tattooed on one or the other location on their body. Interesting. I like it, I think. I am not so sure yet. Shouldn’t a tattoo be something unique? Something that you create yourself and that is just your own message? I always thought this is how a tattoo nowadays should work. But then, so many people have ubiquitous motives, the same old roses and tribals and stars and whatnot, so I guess there must also be other reasons for getting a tattoo.

Now, Banksy’s images seem to be perfect for tattooing. As most of them originally were graffitis, they are easy to be drawn quickly, have a message, and are strong images. Also, they are kind of cute of violent, depending on the topic, and I think this makes them easily transformable into tattoos.

Yes, I think I like the idea.


The Fourth of June

I have been living in China on and off for almost six years now. That is a little less than one fifth of my life and more than a third of my adult life.
I have studied China for longer than that, have read about it, listened to Chinese music, watched Chinese movies, and even danced Chinese dance.
Every year on the fourth of June, there comes this one moment of recognition: Today is the day of the Tiananmen killings. I see the image of the young man in front of a row of tanks in front of my inner eye, I hear the voice of the radio in the movie Lan Yu that announces that everything has taken an end or a similar euphemism, and I think about this huge square full of screaming and bleeding people as I imagine them in front of my inner eye.

I also see the Goddess of Democracy, that was built by art students.

(Image from here)

Yesterday, on my way to ballet class, I took the MTR Island Line that was more crowded than usual. I was wondering if an accident had happened, or whether something in sports was going on, and only when I saw a sign that indicated the way to the assembly square, I realized that a demonstration was forming, and due to the date, it could only be in remembrance of the Tiananmen massacre in 1989.

Something of this kind would be impossible on the mainland, and I was impressed by the crowd of young people, who were probably not even born in 1989, moving towards the square. For a second I was hesitating whether I should join them, but then my desire to dance won my inner fight. But I decided to dance for them, those who died, those who lost friends and family, those who were injured, those who left China in the aftermath, those who were and still are imprisoned, and those who lost a lot of opportunities on that day.

And then there’s Ai Weiwei, who, as always, puts in strong gestures, what seems to be needing so many words:

Ai Weiwei
Study of Perspective – Tiananmen
1995-2010 (this one is from 1998)
32.5 x 43.5 cm
© Ai Weiwei

Dance Photography, Day VIII: E. O. Hoppe

I discovered another dance photographer: Emil Otto Hoppe. He was born in Germany but was living in Paris for a long time, and he was closely affiliated to the Ballet Russe, a most interesting dance company in France that collaborated with a lot of contemporary artists.

This is one of my favorite photographs: E. O. Hoppe, Anton Dolin, 1923

I love the pose, the muscularity of his legs, and the format of the photograph. Its narrowness gives more emphasis to the tallness of the figure that is being shown, and the background with the two border lines between floor and skirting board and wall in slightly different colors reminds me a little bit of an abstract expressionist painting. Also because of the structure of the wall (paper, I assume).


Dance Photography, VII: Conrado Escano Dy-Liacco

I like watching the class happening before my adult class at the ballet school. It is a Junior-Senior PBD class, and the girls and one boy are pretty good compared to myself. They seem to be working hard but enjoying class.

The other day, I knew that someone else was teaching the class, and I heard a lot of giggling at one point, so I joined the group of parents and watched their whole set of stretches (and learned a lot doing so). This (male) teacher had made them really sweat, they all looked very tired when the left the classroom.

Now, I just found his website of dance photography. There’s a lot of beautiful pictures, and I hope you will enjoy.