#tatlin

Tatlin by David Cox (1990)

CATS

Not all of our cats found their way to us through shelters. We picked up Elisaveta straight from the tram stop, where we left for the university. She was smart and thoughtful. The entire time she lived with us, we perceived her as another human being in our home. We are grateful to Elisaveta for revealing that a grown-up stray cat can be a perfect friend.

Next art piece is going to be an elaborate necklace advertisement for the Deku’s gauntlet necklace.

After that, I want to make a picture that is Deku and Bakugou swinging from a chandelier crashing a party, very Phantom of the Opera style. I want the chandelier to look like this spiderweb covered in dew/rain, also Ai Wei Wei’s Fountain of Light.

“Designed especially for Liverpool, Working Progress (Fountain of Light) takes the form of a spectacular chandelier, inspired by Tatlin’s Monument to the Third International 1919. Had Tatlin’s steel and iron glass-clad structure been built, it would have been a taller and more magnificent symbol of modernity than the Eiffel Tower. It was also a product of the era of industrialisation across Europe that shaped the modern world – and Liverpool especially. In referencing Tatlin’s iconic work, Ai Weiwei reminds us of the Constructivists’ Utopian ambitions for a brave new world, embodied in physical structures and amazing feats of architecture that would match the new age. The work can be seen as a symbol of the radical change currently taking place in China, as much as of the cultural and utopian ambitions that are transforming the city of Liverpool.“

Beat the squares with the tramp of rebels!

Higher, rangers of haughty heads!

We'll wash the world with a second deluge,

Now’s the hour whose coming it dreads.

Too slow, the wagon of years,

The oxen of days — too glum.

Our god is the god of speed,

Our heart — our battle drum.

Is there a gold diviner than ours/

What wasp of a bullet us can sting?

Songs are our weapons, our power of powers,

Our gold — our voices — just hear us sing!

Meadow, lie green on the earth!

With silk our days for us line!

Rainbow, give color and girth

To the fleet-foot steeds of time.

The heavens grudge us their starry glamour.

Bah! Without it our songs can thrive.

Hey there, Ursus Major, clamour

For us to be taken to heaven alive!

Sing, of delight drink deep,

Drain spring by cups, not by thimbles.

Heart step up your beat!

Our breasts be the brass of cymbals.