Category: Muse News

Great NEWS!  Ms. Crane The Muse reports to be in good condition after violent attack on Paris streets leaves her slightly wounded. (The full story from the Muse’s perspective, may grace this site’s electronic elegance, soon…) Keep returning to this site to gather more information on the exact location of the ever elusive, Ms. Crane… we still have NO FIRM commitment on her part to write her experiences and observations down, sharing with the world her unique perspective on being beautiful in a world that is not always kind to the the young and lovely… so that we too may come to know what it is like to be a young MUSE ABROAD.  Follow Frau NOW if you want in on this WOW we are really brewing a hot pot of Spring Fling for you to sip… so… sip this…

Frau Kolb invested an hour of company time on a long and nurturing call to the young Adventuress upon her independently funded journey to the traditional zones of ancient appeal… France; the country of SEX, Wine, and sultry dinners made with hearty ingredients; cafes and ancient book stores, parfum and LOVE: Ms. Crane is confirmed to be enjoying the firm embrace of various time zones, having for a moment alighted upon the fair city of Manhattan and its increasingly popular outer burros, apparently the young Muse, really liked Park Slope in Brooklyn New York.  Zoom!  Zoom!  Buzz!  Buzz!  My how that tiger pattern Butterfly delights the eye!

Behold Talkinggrid, readers the Muse is buzzing around the OLD WORLD.  She did not linger in Dublin. Ms. Crane is rumored to have returned to the continent or perhaps she is in London, England or Paris, France… know that Ms. Crane knows how to take care of Ms. Crane and that she does not require, as Frau Kolb, would to have an armed escort, entourage, and baby sisters; housekeeping at the ready to mop up… Anyway it is rumored that Ms. Crane may return to Dublin, Ireland for YOGA lessons and TEA with someone mysterious, yet highly recommended Irish YOGA GURU by Frau Kolb.

(Yet Frau Kolb would like to clarify that getting wasted is not Ms. Crane’s ultimate hobby, rather Frau Kolb’s in her own European fantasy vacation… would be guzzling wine and imbibing freely… with gusto in Italy, panache in France, plush aplomb in London, and faultless grace in GERMANY Frau Kolb is the ever ready and ultimate party person international… she insists that in Europe her capacity to suck up pints and other leisure beverages is second to well… actually, second to a whole population of drinkers… Hah! Yet, being a “good sport,” is a “priority,” thus Frau vows to keep up her quote of cocktails and cordials, bubblies and stouts, and cramming on comparisons between “Jammy,” red wine and “fruit forward,” ones. Yes… booze, beverages… ARE SACRED.)

Cheers!   Bottoms UP!

I slipped onto a barstool.  A chilled grapefruit martini before me.  I intended to sketch, in my red journal, which I brought along with me; carrying it and other comforts which I failed to use; a swimsuit, an enormous beach towel…   Yet, the man sitting next to me insisted on talking to me.

He claimed to be, “Good at conversation,” and “able to talk about anything…”  Of course, I couldn’t fail to listen a little when he went ahead and bought me a drink, after introducing me to his BLOND wife, a woman with every possible enhancement; hair dyed, lashes fake, and yet her eyes a luminous all-knowing blue… like fallen sky in a fishbowl… beautiful.  I was intrigued by her… Yet, she was engrossed in a conversation with a icey-eyed pudgy man in a very clean yet faded out-of-style and old fashioned shirt that spared no more than one glance in my direction.

Somehow…

Monday! Fluttering Lunatic; with a twist!

On point, dancing, reeking butterfly martini music hide-out mist.

Sweet Start is repeated; re-heated,re-smashed Monday…

(Listening to an interior…wave… a Decorator’s twisted advice over ice…

Smashing MONDAY reads better and has forest green money odor, more diversity and texture). The WorKING power structure ordered this season’s store bought slaves; chief of Wounded Dancers in satin costumes; caught in an eternal solo pirouette, Well… Hung to dry after the weekend’s extravagant exegesis of Tales of Genji.

WONDROUS TUESDAY!

We made it to Tuesday 22 of April, 2014! If you are anything LIKE me… this was not a given.  You have managed to thrive on a lifetime of living bravado.  KEEP it up and keep on clicking reading, sharing, and savoring Talkinggrid.  We have a  literate community here, and when you send me messages, and tell me of editorial issues and make welcome suggestions about the design and content of this site: Frau Kolb embraces your caring and welcomes the attention.  The Talkinggrid readership rocks; they support our every art adventure with clicks and donations; you know you want to DONATE, again, so click… you did it before so do it… it helps Frau & Ms. Crane continue to bask in the wonder that is blogging and connecting with interested readers, real support, better than ever.  Thank you.  

Just to make a thing clear: don’t send money you really need.  Frau Kolb is way beyond need. Ms. Crane is well beyond blessed with wit and grace that makes money a mere vehicle from one in-depth investigation of CULTURE in the OPEN world sphere… YES! 

 This site is a labor of LOVE.  The only money that is is welcome for Frau Kolb’s Champagne Fund, the Grid’s precious FUN Fund is money YOU don’t need.  Needy money is ugly money and…

 Honey,  nobody want to hear your sob story about sending Talkinggrid.com your last dollar.  

That is simply, lame… no sane, responsible person would do that… you don’t send people that you know to be comfortable enough and generous with you, money YOU claim to “need,” for food and/or transportation!  I would never do that.  I would NEVER take money for… whatever, I am actually a happy Monkey… Lovin’ life and moving forward,  yet… just thinking of …

 YUCK!  Take care of yourself and get a grip… 

To whom it may concern:

 

That toxic shit poison you offer  is NOT “PURE LOVE,” that shit is called “Predatory Obsession,” and stalking is not FUNNY EITHER… so please remember:

Every dollar you send will be re-invested in keeping Talkinggrid as a flamboyant source of independent out of the box intimate art chat and fresh Muse NEWS for the Talkinggrid Heads, that come here everyday, and practically write this blog with Frau, by reading deeply daily and helping me edit and maintain this sprawling masterpiece of many many words and RICH CONTENT!  

In addition thank you to all that take time to contribute by commenting, sending gifts, and YES donating IF you have a spare million or two, THANKS!  For standing by me with so much LOVE and regularity. Bankers… are actually not so… wicked, after all… Hah! Hah!    Talkinggrid Heads are like clockwork:  Frau Kolb sets her TIC-TOC watch by them.

Thank you, authentic,  Talkinggrid Heads for reading. DONATING and commenting with pleasure, ease, and panache in 2014!

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 Frau Kolb and Talkinggrid are gratified and feeling more than rewarded by the fact of know you return over and over to this obtuse little internet art chat cafe with no thing on the menu except the fine whine of cosmic understanding; heady stuff, beware of intoxication.  Addiction is also, an issue… so keep coming back, at your own risk.  Thanks for all the praise and support as we enter the third year of daily writing, almost daily uploads!

Big Kiss,

Frau K.

We walked, Hiked.

Played in the park.

Found Easter Eggs in our back yard, which we planted…

Ate, together.
It was a perfect day…

My son read to us in German,

from his children’s bible, which told us a rather outlandish

Version of The Passion…

We watched this production of Goethe’s Faust. on-line.

In the evening, I made the mistake of watching a bad movie;

“The Wolf of Wall Street,” with Leonardo di Caprio… a Martin Scorsese, not-so-funny, “black comedy,” about rampant wealth and greed only made more sad by the fact that they were… fairly accurate in the representation of the debauched mentality which, Scorsese’s late night romps with LA Ladies… are well we know about him… the BAD film was released as “a gift to mankind,” on December 25th, 2013, nominated for not one or two academy awards, but five of them. It is a trashy, jammed packed with depictions of gratuitous sex; botched Faustian story; without needed gravitas, tales of breaking every rule and yet not paying any price for one’s actions are half-baked childish fantasies that encourage an understanding that grossly distorted overblown pleasure might be the HOLY GRAIL of human achievement… as though making money, gambling with people’s lives is FUNNY… Hah! Hah! NOT in my book, Mr. Scorsese… nope … not yet anyway… I mean, really who am I to judge this guy… I’d make just as bad a film… maybe…. but with such a big budget and great actors… some mainstream sadists must find it amusing to experience power over others, if only as a consumer in a movie theatre fantasy… the film is indeed worthy of a chuckle.

More over I’ll admit that being a rather handsome male of some European background, Polish, I think… with smashing curtain thick hair and shimmering eyes, Di Caprio almost makes being worthless look good.

“Limitless,” being another American film, in the similar language of , “OH FUN, we get to witness a loser become someone extraordinary because he did what… took an expensive pill… what? Is this a veiled ad for pharmaceutical companies or what? Strange:.. seeing that film, also at home in some brainless sleepy state; left me feeling that the convention of showing that drugs, cheating, and dishonesty are not FUN rather destructive forces, which was standard decades ago, when the agenda of getting film consumers to continue visiting theaters, downloading and paying for content, no matter what the price to self maybe in seeing such debased imagery which trumped the concept that empty humans whose achievement lies solely in circumstance, lies, magic pills, and special powders which give the protagonists super-human powers; had not surpassed the commitment to encouraging compliance with laws rather than the current program which seems to advocate lawlessness and “Brave New World,” pill popping as a means of achieving übermensch status.

Today, the day after Easter… I realize devoting any time or consideration to such fluffy stuff as these trivial and utterly forgettable clumsy films feels like a violation of the self. (Yet, note how I continue to prove myself a hypocrite by writing and rewriting this piece to a high lustre, before removing it to the achieves under, Zoom in with Frau kolb.) The ideals, the values celebrated in the film are nauseatingly cruel and sadistic, even its canned notions of blond beauty, are dated and tired (in the Scorsese film, specifically). Muses in my understanding are never icy eyed chiseled piece of porcelain perfection, rather an exciting being…on the brink of discovery… a true and honest MUSE is beautiful, anything else is superficial luster, sure to fade and tarnish. “The Wolf of Wall Street,” is a lame film; so enthralled with its own decadent representation of text book glamour; steeped in the odious marvel of self destruction.; why would Frau Kolb or anyone else want to waste their precious time watching a film about souls being undervalued by sex and drug crazed stockbrokers?

This morning our friend Helene Forbes went to the great art party in the sky, beyond the invisible red-velvet role of knowledge that keeps some inside the art world and others OUT! She will be missed. Her keen art eye and sharp wit were legendary. She was close with, Senior Art Critic of the New Yorker and Face book , superstar, Jerry Saltz and she made time to take me, Frau Kolb, gallery hoping after sitting for this watercolor at a Chelsea resturant last year in late September, or early October, the day that Lisa Yuksavage opened at David Zwirner. I know because, I went to that opening with her and Leonard Barton. They were good company. We laughed a lot and both Mr. Barton and Ms. Forbes were brimming with eloquet spot-on commentary. I could only listen and laugh. That night, Helene introduced me to Gregory de la Haba, an art-world notable, artist with wonderful red curls and perfect Caribbean Spanish, like me.

I am so glad that I got to meet Helene. She introduced me to the work of Trudy Benson at Mike Weiss Gallery in NYC. The only regret that I have is that the last time I saw her, I did not take the time to really say, “hello.” It was at the Fountain art fair, which I covered thanks to a kind invitation by an artist I admire. I saw Helene. I nodded. Winked. And, made a gesture like I was going to come chat with her. She rolled her eyes, as though to say, “Yeah RIGHT!” That made me chuckle. I was surrounded by artists that I crave contact with. I was lifted by the sea of interesting people and dropped into a deep conversation on Duchamp with artist, Brian Goings.

I never got to say “Good bye.”