#Simon Periton

[leanstooneside]

Billie Jean King Crab

KATHERINE HEIGL'S HAIR (MOTORCYCLE PASSENGER INJURED IN COLLISION WITH TWO- OR THREE-WHEELED MOTOR VEHICLE IN TRAFFIC ACCIDENT)

SIMON DOONAN'S FOOT (ANGIODYSPLASIA OF COLON)

KAT DELUNA'S NOSE (ACUTE APPENDICITIS WITH LOCALIZED PERITONITIS)

KATE BECKINSALE'S MOUTH (OTHER SPECIFIED DISORDERS OF LEFT EXTERNAL EAR)

JENNY MCCARTHY'S CHEEK (MIXED PEDICULOSIS AND PHTHIRIASIS)

CATE BLANCHETT'S TOE (VARICOSE VEINS OF LEFT LOWER EXTREMITY WITH INFLAMMATION)

MATTHEW BELLAMY'S BOTTOM (PHYSICAL RESTRAINT STATUS)

LISA BONET'S CALF (UNSPECIFIED CORNEAL DEPOSIT, UNSPECIFIED EYE)

EMMA ROBERTS'S EYEBROW (INHALANT USE, UNSPECIFIED WITH INHALANT-INDUCED PSYCHOTIC DISORDER WITH HALLUCINATIONS)

AMANDA SEYFRIED'S HAIR (SUPERFICIAL INJURY OF ANKLE, FOOT AND TOES)

KALEY CUOCO'S HIP (RHEUMATOID BURSITIS, WRIST)

BETTY WHITE'S BOTTOM (TOXIC EFFECT OF VENOM OF BLACK WIDOW SPIDER)

RONNIE ORTIZ-MAGRO'S EAR (HEREDITARY LYMPHEDEMA)

JESSICA CHASTAIN'S FOOT (TRAUMATIC AMPUTATION OF SHOULDER AND UPPER ARM)

CORY MONTEITH'S HAIR (INTERVERTEBRAL DISC DISORDERS WITH MYELOPATHY, THORACOLUMBAR REGION)

DANIELLE STAUB'S FINGER (MILITARY OPERATIONS INVOLVING UNARMED HAND TO HAND COMBAT, CIVILIAN)

TAYLOR SWIFT'S BACK (TRAUMATIC AMPUTATION OF SHOULDER AND UPPER ARM)

MAHENDRA SINGH DHONI'S HAIR (TRAUMATIC AMPUTATION OF SHOULDER AND UPPER ARM)

NICK CARTER'S FIST (ANGIODYSPLASIA OF COLON)

ETHAN HAWKE'S FOREHEAD (ANAPLASTIC LARGE CELL LYMPHOMA, ALK-NEGATIVE, UNSPECIFIED SITE)

GARY OLDMAN'S EYEBROW (OSTEOPHYTE, LEFT HAND)

ANNA FARIS'S SHOULDER (OTHER SPOTTED FEVERS)

ANNETTE BENING'S NOSE (TOTAL PERFORATIONS OF TYMPANIC MEMBRANE, RIGHT EAR)

COLIN FIRTH'S TOOTH (ENDOMETRIOSIS OF PELVIC PERITONEUM)

ADAM DURITZ'S BACK (PRIMARY CYST OF PARS PLANA, UNSPECIFIED EYE)

NATASHA BEDINGFIELD'S FOREARM (TORUS FRACTURE OF UPPER END OF HUMERUS)

SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR'S ELBOW (URTICARIA DUE TO COLD AND HEAT)

BROOKE SHIELDS'S EAR (OSSEOUS AND SUBLUXATION STENOSIS OF INTERVERTEBRAL FORAMINA OF ABDOMEN AND OTHER REGIONS)

MATT BOMER'S TOOTH (OTHER UNILATERAL SECONDARY OSTEOARTHRITIS OF HIP)

SHILOH JOLIE-PITT'S FIST (INFLAMMATORY POLYNEUROPATHY, UNSPECIFIED)

HILARY DUFF'S UPPER ARM (PHYSICAL RESTRAINT STATUS)

MADONNA'S BREAST (PARALYTIC LAGOPHTHALMOS UNSPECIFIED EYE, UNSPECIFIED EYELID)

KENDRA WILKINSON'S TOE (UNSPECIFIED VIRAL HEPATITIS C WITHOUT HEPATIC COMA)

SANDRA OH'S WAIST (ENDOMETRIOSIS OF PELVIC PERITONEUM)

BLAKE LIVELY'S BACK (STRIATONIGRAL DEGENERATION)

KATRINA BOWDEN'S LEG (OTHER INJURY OF UNSPECIFIED PART OF SMALL INTESTINE)

CHLOE MORETZ'S WAIST (LATE SYPHILITIC OCULOPATHY)

MATT LANTER'S HIP (CORROSION OF SECOND DEGREE OF UNSPECIFIED SHOULDER)

KATE WINSLET'S LIP (OTOSCLEROSIS INVOLVING OVAL WINDOW, OBLITERATIVE, BILATERAL)

ROSIE O'DONNELL'S WAIST (MAJOR LACERATION OF LEFT KIDNEY)

SARAH PALIN'S FINGER (JUVENILE ARTHRITIS, UNSPECIFIED, LEFT HAND)

SHAILENE WOODLEY'S WAIST (EXPOSURE OF IMPLANTED MESH AND OTHER PROSTHETIC MATERIALS INTO SURROUNDING ORGAN OR TISSUE)

KELLY OSBOURNE'S HIP (LYMPHOCYTOSIS (SYMPTOMATIC))

ROSARIO DAWSON'S UPPER ARM (RHEUMATOID ARTHRITIS WITHOUT RHEUMATOID FACTOR, WRIST)

KELSEY GRAMMER'S FOREARM (UNSPECIFIED FRACTURE OF FOURTH METACARPAL BONE, LEFT HAND)

JULIETTE LEWIS'S THIGH (OSTEONECROSIS IN DISEASES CLASSIFIED ELSEWHERE, RIGHT THIGH)

MENA SUVARI'S ANKLE (EXPOSURE TO SMOKE IN UNCONTROLLED FIRE IN BUILDING OR STRUCTURE)

GABOUREY SIDIBE'S EYEBROW (SUBACUTE OSTEOMYELITIS, RIGHT TIBIA AND FIBULA)

ROBERT PATTINSON'S NOSE (MILITARY OPERATIONS INVOLVING FLAMETHROWER, CIVILIAN)

KRISTIN CAVALLARI'S FOREHEAD (SECONDARY LACRIMAL GLAND ATROPHY)

[milla984]

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE MANC SECRET SPOTS?

I can tell you the public ones 😉

Chetham's Library Fletcher Moss Botanical Garden the Royal Exchange Whittard of Chelsea, Market Street the People's History Museum John Ryland's Library the Art Garden at the Whitworth Gallery, the gate in Denmark Road (facing the students residence) is a beautiful artwork from Simon Periton the Emmeline Pankhurst statue in St. Peter's Sackville Gardens - I was devastated to hear about the damages to the National Trans Memorial

[oculablog]

Simon Periton, Mosstrooper (2018). Mild steel, zinc coating, paint, lacquer, edition 1/3 + AP. 269.7 x 189.9 x 2 cm. 106 3/16 x 74 3/4 x 13/16 inches. Courtesy Sadie Coles HQ, London. 

[dikeoucollection]

Dikeou Superstars Monthly Roundup

A quick snapshot of what Dikeou Collection artists have been up to over the past month, and what to look forward to next month.

Devon Dikeou, Between the Acts (Virginia Wool): Jay Leno, 2014 Ongoing; Devon Dikeou, “WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT?”: From Sculpture, 1991 Ongoing. Image courtesy of the artist

Work by Devon Dikeou will be exhibited in “Unsafe at Any Speed” curated by Kenny Schachter, opening at Morton Street Partners on March 15

Image courtesy of V1 Gallery

“Hairy Tales,” a solo exhibition by Misaki Kawai opens at V1 Gallery in Copenhagen on March 4

Image courtesy of the artist and news.sky.com

Chris Gilmour’s incredible cardboard constructions are now being used to create sustainable set designs for film and television

Image courtesy of Instituto Cervantes NY

Work by Ester Partegas is currently on view in “That” at Instituto Cervantes NY through April 2

Image courtesy of Sadie Coles HQ

Jonathan Horowitz and Simon Periton have work on view in “Repeater” at Sadie Coles HQ, London, through March 26

Image courtesy of Drew Broderick, Hawaii Contemporary

Lawrence Seward and Momoyo Torimitsu photographed with their work (Seward’s “Seward Sun” and Torimitsu’s “Somehow I Don’t Feel Comfortable”) at the Hawaii Triennial

Vik Muniz, “The Birth of Venus, After Botticelli” Triptych from Pictures of Junk, 2008. Image courtesy of the artist and Ben Brown Fine Arts

Vik Muniz: A Brief History of Art is on view at Ben Brown Fine Arts London through March 11

Image courtesy of the artist

“The change in policy says that we want everyone to have access to art-making and it’s not the privilege of the wealthy to be able to afford good art supplies.” - Lisa Kereszi, senior critic and director of undergraduate studies in art, on Yale School of Art’s recent course fee elimination

Anicka Yi, “Le Pain Symbiotique” (detail), 2014. Image courtesy of the artist and Pirelli HangarBicocca

Anicka Yi “Metaspore” at Pirelli HangarBicocca, on view through July 24, features more than 20 installations spanning the last decade of her career

[fashionarchivebyto]

Renacimiento 21. Artistas y Diseñadores de Moda.

Texto: José + Cristina

Neo2 49. Dic 2005 / Ene 2006

[mimeticspace]

Simon Periton

[captain-aralias]

Life stuff

this feels kind of weird, because i’ve never used my tumblr like this, but i would have written something on my livejournal, and i want people to know - i just dont want to have to tell people about it, or really talk about it at all. 

but i also wanted to write this, idk. 

(TW: impending death of a parent)

my mum has cancer. 

it’s a rare form of cancer, called peritoneal cancer, which is similar to but different from ovarian cancer - i think it mostly gets diagnosed (like my mum’s) when it’s too late to do anything about it. all the treatment has been palliative only i.e. letting her live as long and as comfortably as possible.

she was diagnosed in september last year - about a year ago, a few months after running the ‘virtual’ london marathon on the isle of wight, where she lives, and obviously deep in lockdown. 

as someone undergoing chemo, she was deemed extremely vulnerable to covid, and so she spent most of the early pandemic isolating. she also said she didn’t see any point in my brother and i visitng her, particularly given the risks, because we could talk via facetime - which is fair enough - all of which meant my brother and i didn’t go to visit her until May this year, after she’d done the first lot of chemo and was already doing much better again. 

a few months after that, we found out that while she’d responded really well to the chemo, her cancer wasn’t responding at all to the maintenance drugs that were suposed to stop it coming back, so she came off the drugs completely. medical advice was basically chemo is as effective whenever you do it, so you might as well enjoy your life for a while, we’ll monitor it every month, and when things start to get too bad, we’ll put you back in chemo. 

it’s friday tomorrow - so two fridays ago, i saw my mum in london after she’d just seen hamilton with her partner, graham. both of them loved hamilton. her hair had grown back, she seemed pretty normal. about a week later, she was in A&E - and she’s been in the hospital all week. she’s got a total bowel obstruction, which means she can’t eat and hasn’t eaten since last week.

now in a weird situation where there are a few tricky, difficult options (including being moved off the island back onto the mainland to a bigger hospital) that will mean that she stays alive long enough to get the chemo, which will probably get her back to hamilton-watching strength, or ... she could die really soon. like, in a few days. 

we can’t visit. her partner can’t visit because covid - there’s this really sad-making photo of him looking happy on the phone through a window to my mum, also on the phone, inside the hospital. 

i feel...

???? :( :( :( ....

i guess this is the main point of the post. i’m not writing this crying, i’m writing it pretty neutrally - because my brain isn’t really processing it right now, and mostly doesn’t process it. 

i did cry earlier today while on the phone to various people, and then i went back to work. i hate crying, i hate being sad, and i dont like people comforting me, because it makes me realise that i have something to be sad about. 

i’ve known she had cancer for a year. i haven’t been able to hang out with her most of that time. i would say, we are fairly close, although not nearly as close as some families. we don’t talk every week, but we talk regularly, and have seen each other regularly. 

i’m so incredibly privileged that nothing that bad has ever happened to me, even though i’m 35. i’ve never been to a funeral, which seemed like a major life win and now i think was a mistake, i should have gone to funerals for people i card about less to help get used to it. 

the literal only comparison i have to how i feel is when my cat Anton died suddenly  about 3 years ago - i handled it with a mix of not thinking about it, being intensely sad for as brief a period as i could, and probably by thinking about how sad my girlfriend was about it, and sort of sidestepping my own feelings in comparison. 

i remember when my last remaining grandparent died - and i was about 14 or something - i wasn’t sad for myself, i was only sad for her my dad being sad. for ages, i worried that i was not going to be sad enough about this - and i still sort of am. 

but i also passionately hate the idea of being sad and i know i’ll look to avoid it as much as possible, and try and get on with my life. 

i know my mum dying isn’t about me - when people write after death it’s about the person who died, obviously. that makes sense. but this post isn’t about my mum, who is a very cool person, much cooler than me - it’s about me. because i am self-obsessed and this is going to wreck my life for a while.

it’s weird, because i can see it on the horizon but it’s not happening yet. and i dont know whether that’s good or bad - i feel like it’s good, in a way. someone ages ago told me that the grieving period starts when you get the news. that seems very true to me - but also, i know that it’s going to ramp up, and so i’m like in the expectation of true grief right now. 

it’s sort of like she died, but also is still going to die, but also i can magically still talk to her. which is really nice, in a way, it’s like a second chance, because i know i didn’t reach out enough before she had cancer. and i’m aware enough of my own actions that i know this is what’s been going on in my head the past year - i should reach out more, because she has cancer, but i dont want to make it seem like i’m reaching out because she has cancer, even though she knows i know she has cancer....... and also, i’m busy writing this fic. /o\

the fact that she seemed to recover (even though my mum insisted on saying ‘i am not recovered, i’m going to die soon’ like several time as a day as a disclaimer) also totally messed with my head, because i knew logically - ok, it’s happening. but also, things seemed so normal when we speak. even when i called her today, and she hasn’t eaten for a week, it seemed normal. 

btw - i realised this week i had no idea how cancer killed people. my mum is a scientist and has looked up all kinds of things about what’s killing her; i’m clearly a simon snow and didn’t want to think about things i can’t help. if you’d asked me, i’d have said like... it poisons you or something, or blocks bloodflow to your brain. not what i think will actually do it which is.... starvation. or being too weak to survive being pumped full of the poison that is intended to kill the cancer. (that one i guess i could have predicted.) man - cancer sucks. i mean, we all knew it. 

(i failed to get into cambridge university at interview stage, many years ago. the man who interviewed me gave me some extremely memorable feedback, which is that i needed to dial back the ‘defensive irony’ - which i thnk in that context meant i put myself down and tried to make a joke of everything. i remember when i got the phonecall to say Anton, my cat, was dead, i literally did not know what to do with my voice - because my instinct was to try and make the vet feel better, and also to present myself as bright and capable, and yet this unexpected and devasting news had just come through. rainbow wrote something sort of similar because she’s a good writer, for shepard as he tells penny about his curse. i feel like that.) 

what else did i want to say? 

i thought i had more time. ‘hamilton’ will probably always be tied to this moment in my mind, because of how much i’ve spoken to my mum about it in the past few weeks (i sent her the remix - she liked it, she listened to it in hospital while trying to drink more than 100ml of fluids) but yeah - this is basically a line from hamilton here. whatever. don’t make me feel my own feelings, let me just quote things. i dont like my own feelings. (no, i dont want to go to therapy - they’d make me talk about my feelings all the time, i’m british for god’s sake.) 

i’m 35 - my mum is 68. i didn’t think she’d die this early or that i’d have to deal with this yet. but then i also don’t think bad things are ever going to happen to me - because mostly they haven’t, see above. i wear a mask and am double vaccinated because i’m not an asshole, but i dont really believe i’ll get covid because bad things don’t happen to me. i didn’t think my mum would die - maybe ever, but definitely not yet. she’s been retired a decade after teaching (science) and has enjoyed it. 

i thought i had time to not have kids yet - which is the other thing (like hamilton) that this moment is really tied up with for me. i feel like 35 is getting quite old, but also not that old to still not have kids, but intend to maybe have them. my feelings about kids were basically like - up until like 25, i thought, yes, definitely. i mean, before i had a realtiosnhip (22-ish), i just assumed i would probably have a het marriage and have kids etc, like people do, but after that we were still talking, yes, children at some point. 

didn’t prioritise it for a few reasons - none of my close friends had children until quite recently, so it just didn’t seem like an urgent thing in the way that it probably does for people with different friendship groups. waiting to be settled enough in a job to be able to take maternity leave without it feeling like a rip off for my employer. waiting for a good time in erin’s PhD writing cycle. and then pandemic. and then a few years ago, maybe as i turned 30, i thought - maybe we won’ have kids, because we still haven’t - and i vocalised that to erin. 

also, i know a lot of people are gay and have children, so it’s not like it’s a thing that is impossible at all, but it’s much much harder if you have to leave your home and your relationship in order to get a child. it has to be a very very conscious decisions. i have friend who are men who have good genes, but we’re not so close i want to ask them for their sperm/to be involved however remotely in making a child - and (i was surprised to discover) (what a lot of things i dont know anything about) you an’t really just buy sperm, it’s not truly legal except through a clinic. and it’s extremely expensive to get inseminated in a clinic, and the NHS don’t really do that, so you do have to pay it. i thought kids would be expensive after they were born, but not before. and i REALLY wanted a house, much much more than - i think even today - i’ve ever wanted a child. i REALLY wanted a house - and now we have a house, and it’s pretty good. but - that’s where the money went, until the pandemic - thanks pandemic - so now we do have some disposable cash at last, because i didn’t commute. 

but now erin is worried about climate change - and wheher it’s right to bring more children into the world, and other things. and.... i think i do want to be pregnant, it’s what i’m planning for - don’t leave this job (which admittedly i also really like, and pays me well - i dont thin i need to leave) because next stop maternity leave, but..... 

i don’t know whether i am thinking, time ot have kids because my best friend just had a baby (the baby’s name is horatio - for real, i actually love this name) (i also haven’t seen her or the baby except over skype, because anna - my friend - is, like my mother, also scared of pandemic) and my brain is like - ok, well, if anna is doing it, i guess the time is here 

AND - i know there’s a large part of me that was like, gotta be pregnant and ideally have the baby before my mum dies so she gets to see that she had a grandchild. my brother and i are both queer, btw, in case you were wondering - he’s considering whether he wants to transition right now (but is still happy with he/him pronouns) and - you may find this astonishing, but i genuinely don’t know whether he’d consider himself ace, or has been in relationships. he’s very private, he has OCD and is in therapy - but anyway, he’s probably not having kids anytime soon (i think!) and graham - my mum’s boyfriend/partner of 10+ years. -has grandchildren, but my extremely middleclass white (but definitely not conservative voters, always 100% not-tory) parents ended up with me and my brother.... and i don’t know, as i say, i don’t know whether my brain is saying ‘have kids before it’s too late’ - although i know by now that it will be too late. even if my mum recovers from this, this time, i don’t think i can produce a child before she dies - and she isn’t asking me too, she’s not like that, but i would have liked her to be there. i thought she would be. 

so - i’m thinking about that. also, about getting a dog. i really want a dog - although i don’t want to upset the three cats (one we’ve had for eight years or so, the other two we got after Anton died). it’s ALSO really hard and expensive to get a dog. you’d think with all these ‘a dog isn’t just for the pandemic, a dog is for life’ type adverts around, that it would be easy to adcidentally get a dog - i’ve looked! you ccan’t get a dog unless you have no cats and you’re super experienced and can take a dog with lots of trauma or medical problems, or you’re willing to pay thousands of pounds. like - even for a regular not even pedigree dog - at least a thousand. pedigree dog - several thousand. i dont want a puppy either - i want a dog. 

and - this is embarrassing to admit, but i’ve alrady told erin - i genuinely had a phase of being super annoyed when i’d read fics where someone just ‘got a dog’. it’s not that simple!!! it’s fiction, it doesn’t matter - chill out. the baby thing too - although weirdly not fics where magic meant it was possible to get a baby, weirdly it was smut. i had a brief week or so of crazy (and i don’t think i am that crazy) where i’d read about fictional semen and just be like - wtf, it’s so hard to get hold of that shit. (it’s not real, this isn’t real semen being wasted, calm down - and i dont even really know if i want kids, i might just think i do.) 

the other thing about the bad thing being soon but not yet (but also being all the time, but not if you dnt think about it) is that i’m thinking - should i prioritise writing my remix now, in case my mum dies and i’m too sad to do it, and then i didn’t do my remix? i was definitely thinking this while writing classroom politics (i hope my mum doesn’t die becaue i dont want to be too sad to miss the deadline) and in the run up to AWTWB .....

today i wrote a list of things for work that would need to be picked up if i have to unexpectedly stop working, either because i’m too sad, or because i have to do funeral stuff, or .... i guess legal stuff about settling the estate. (i guess this happens to a lot of people, too, but it’s also a bit of a mindfuck that my brother and i will inherit her house and a bunch of cash when she dies - i’m pretty well off, my brotehr does virtual reality theatre stuff so really isn’t - we’ve talked about how much easier both of our lives will be with a huge injection of cash, and how we dont know what to feel about that) (great news, dogs and kids are really expensive! time to find out whether i really wanted to spend my money on those.) told people i like at work that it’s coming, and that i dont want to talk about it. and mostly just... carrying on with life, really. until it happens. 

it’s so weird how easy it is to carry on most of the time.i know my mum’s partner is not doing nearly so well - he has to cope with an empty house and he’s retired. i’ve had periods - including right now - where i wake up every morning and check my phone to see whehter someone called me or texted me to tell me it’s over. but most of the day i’m actually really fine. i even had an ok day today. and i don’t know whether i want that to be the case, or whether i shouldn’t let myself do that. i dont know what i should prepare for in terms of where i’ll be - will i want lots of stuff to distract me (this is my guess) and work is very good for that, or i will want to clear time and space because i can’t operate and dont want people to offer me comfort. (FYI - this post isn’t written to make people say anything to me, i definitely dont want to talk about it, so please don’t feel you either have to comment or check in on me - i don’t really want you to. it’s enough to have written it, in my own time, in my own space.)

i think i wanted to write this post in a way because i thought i probably wouldnt want to write it after my mum died - because i probably wouldn’t want to say anything about it at all, for a few years. 

my mum keeps telling me about the show ‘jane the virgin’ - which she’s half way through. shhe asked me to give it a try, so i did (she often tells me about shows on radio 4, which i rarely listen to. i thouht i had more time.) i’ve watched an episode (because she has cancer, i should listen to her recommendations)(but i dont want her to know that’s why i did it) and i do quite like - it’s light and frothy and well cut together (although about kids and artificial insemination, of course). i guess in a worse case scenario where i’m too sad to work or write, i will probably watch a lot of this show - which is incredibly not sad - and feel sad about how my mum never finished it. 

BUT ALSO SHE MIGHT BE OK. for a while. 

i dont know how i feel, blargh. anyway. this was a long post. i think i wrote it mostly for me. feelings are weird. covid really sucks and so does cancer. 

going to order some chicken and watch inuyasha.

[mybeingthere]

Amrita Sher-Gil, a Frida Kahlo of India,  (1913 – 1941) was an eminent Hungarian-Indian painter. She has been called "one of the greatest avant-garde women artists of the early 20th century" and one of the pioneers of Bengal Renaissance.  Drawn to painting at a young age, Sher-Gil started getting formal lessons in the art, at the age of eight. 

At sixteen, Sher-Gil sailed to Europe to train as a painter at Paris, first at the Académie de la Grande Chaumière under Pierre Vaillent and Lucien Simon (where she met Boris Taslitzky) and later at the École des Beaux-Arts (1930–34). She drew inspiration from European painters such as Paul Cézanne and Paul Gauguin. 

Although from a family that was closely tied to the British Raj, Amrita herself was a Congress sympathiser. She was attracted to the poor, distressed and the deprived and her paintings of Indian villagers and women are a meditative reflection of their condition. She was also attracted by Gandhi's philosophy and lifestyle.

In 1941, at age 28, just days before the opening of her first major solo show in Lahore, she became seriously ill and slipped into a coma. She later died around midnight on 6 December 1941, leaving behind a large volume of work. The reason for her death has never been ascertained. A failed abortion and subsequent peritonitis have been suggested as possible causes for her death. 

Sher-Gil's paintings are among the most expensive by Indian women painters today, although few acknowledged her work when she was alive. Her letters reveal same-sex affairs. Re-told from wiki.

[moma-prints]

Knuckleduster II, Simon Periton, 2003, MoMA: Drawings and Prints

The Judith Rothschild Foundation Contemporary Drawings Collection Gift Size: 43 1/4 x 46 3/4" (109.9 x 118.7 cm) Medium: Cut colored and black paper

http://www.moma.org/collection/works/96989

[chimaeraman]

“The Roots” ph Sean Ellis styling @isabella.blow and doily by Simon Periton for THE FACE April 1999 #isabellablow #seanellisphotography (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnETd0JFSOM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=19er2ss0vliys

[lisablasstudio]

Monday's image: January 3, 2022

Simon Periton, Smoke Screen I, Cut colored and black paper, 222.5 x 149.9 centimeters, 2003, Museum of Modern Art, New York

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New interview with Don Airey!

Jeb: I have major respect for you as an artist. I am excited to hear you have a new album coming in May of this year. It is called One of a Kind. And Don…you’re one of a kind. How did that name come about?

Don: It was from a jam in a local rehearsal studio with Carl Sentance and Simon McBride – listening back to my recording afterwards I heard Carl sing “One of a Kind” over the chorus section. I think he was referring though to a glamorous young lady rather than a crusty old keyboard player.

Jeb: Your last album in 2014 was called All Keyed Up. That one rocked and was not at all what I expected out of a keyboardist. Will this one be similar?

Don: Its very much in the nature of a band album and it’s not so “prog” as the preceeding albums have been. Eleven songs, lots of soloing, melodies, riffs, something for everyone hopefully.

Jeb: Tell me about how writing differs when writing One of a Kind and writing Deep Purple music.

Don: The main difference is the time factor – you have a couple of days to get things together rather than a couple of months. Same with the recording sessions. I just take all the ideas that come tumbling out of the jams and try to turn them into songs.

Jeb: You’ve played with some of the best hard rock guitarist on the planet…how does Simon McBride hold up against them?

Don: Its very hard to compare one with another. I met Simon six years ago. We became friends after he played at my biannual fund raiser in the village where I live. I got him in to play on “Keyed Up” and then into doing some of the gigs. He’s one of the nicest people I have ever worked with a fund of ideas. He has a fluidity in his playing I haven’t encountered since working with Gary Moore. Incidentally, Simon is from Belfast, almost from the same district as Gary. But he is nevertheless very much his own man, and just hope I can hang on to him for one more project before he hits the stratosphere with his own.

Jeb: All are the 11 new songs….new compositions? Or have some been lying around?

Don: They are all brand new. Carl and myself are fairly dutiful about getting together for writing sessions and having Simon involved added a welcome new dimension and immediacy to our output.

Jeb: This is slated to come out May 25, 2018 on earMUSIC as 2CD release. The bonus disc is live from a live concert you did. They are classic Deep Purple, Rainbow and Gary Moore tunes. Which of these was the most fun to look back at and play live?

Don: Without a doubt “Still got the Blues.” Simon just nails it and I don’t know of anybody else that has, or could. And of course, on a personal level, it honors the memory of perhaps the greatest musician I ever knew.

Jeb: Here is a hard one…there is no real music business like there was back in the day you came to prominence. Why bother doing this type of stuff? Isn’t it easier to just play the hits and collect the checks?

Don: Stuck in my ways, I guess. My publisher and good friend Stuart Taylor used to say “If you want to be in the music biz, you have to make music. What you got?” Collecting checks in the music biz is a good trick if you can do it though.

Jeb: You like the Hammond. I’ve heard you even play at your church in your local village. Is that true?

Don: Yes, I am officially deputy organist at the local church, the only proper job I have ever had. If I am around and needed it’s a privilege to play there, but not the easiest of gigs, I have to say. The organ dates back to Victorian times, and is a splendid instrument, and of course you have really to be on your toes…keeping up with the choir…and not missing the many service cues…and remembering the important part dynamics and phrasing play in hymns, anthems and psalms.

Jeb: Get specific on what I am going to hear in May with these songs. What can your fans expect?

Don: Well, a large helping of English classic rock – perhaps more Rainbow-ish than DP.

Jeb: Are there any you think the fan base will find particularly exciting?

Don: Yes, its quite “heavy” in parts

Jeb: I want to do an in-depth follow-up interview when this album drops. But…I also want to end this sucker with a few self-indulgent questions as I am a huge fan of your work. Let’s start with a biggie…is Deep Purple close to retiring?

Don: With DP the watchword always is “Expect the Unexpected” but, obviously things are winding down though ever so slowly.

Jeb: How big of an influence was Jon Lord on you? Do you remember hearing his playing for the first time?

Don: First heard Jon on “Hush.” I had actually seen him play a couple of years prior to that with the Flowerpot Men at Nottingham University. I thought his playing was astounding; he was loud, driving, technically adept, and made it all look so easy. A good friend over the years to so many of us as well.

Jeb: Where I grew up we were not aware of Colosseum II. You were on their album in 1976. Tell me what that was like and what I missed?

Don: It was one of the many fusion bands that emerged in the wake of the Mahavishnu Orchestra’s success, lead by one of the greatest pros I have ever known drummer Jon Hiseman, and featuring the youthful genius of Gary Moore. We never quite captured it on record, but live the band was absolutely explosive, maniacal even.

Jeb: You were on Never Say Die by Sabbath? I heard that band was a drug infested mess at that time. What was that like?

Don: I remember walking into the session meeting Tony and Ozzy and them offering me a cup of tea. The control room was as though we were in a family’s front room. The two days of sessions were cool, calm and collected. Bill Ward did say to me at the end that he was getting a bit worried about Ozzy though. They couldn’t have been nicer to me, or more professional. I love that album.

Jeb: How did you meet Cozy Powell? I think you played on a solo album of his before you joined Rainbow.

Don: I was in Cozy’s band Hammer that had three hit singles in 1974. A lifelong friendship ensued. He was an amazing musician, especially in a recording studio. He was multi-talented as well and could have made a career as a racing driver, or at show jumping – an incredible horseman apparently. We recorded Over the Top his first solo venture, in London, immediately after finishing recording Down to Earth with Rainbow in France. Great days ay!

Jeb: Michael Schenker is a great guitarist…but another strong personality.

Don: Michael was one of the first people I knew in the biz to give up drinking – astonishing in 1975 – partaking only of sparkling mineral water. Trouble was, the gas turned to acid in his stomach over the months and put him in hospital with a severe bout of peritonitis.

Jeb: I want the untold story of writing the intro to “Mr. Crowley.”

Don: It was recorded in half an hour on a Minimoog and a Yamaha CS80­­­—one of the first polyphonic synths—two hours into the Blizzard sessions. I thought little of it at the time.

Jeb: We all know the story that you flew in that plane only moments before Randy did. He was a friend to you. I think I saw where you played at a tribute to him recently.

Don: I just played at the “Remembering Randy Rhoads” event in Anaheim in January. It was a wonderful evening commemorating the man’s playing and composing. They even very graciously gave me an award. There is not a day goes by that I don’t think of Randy. He truly was one of a kind.

Jeb: That tour with Brad Gillis stepping into being Ozzy’s guitarist had to be emotionally hard…yet you guys killed it musically.

Don: Brad gave his all on his first real professional engagement and kept Ozzy afloat. Not very sure that Brad enjoyed his time in the band though. When I bumped into him recently in Nashville he couldn’t have been less pleased to see me.

Jeb: Gary Moore was another one…I’ve heard you were very important to getting Gary to start recording blues. Is that true?

Don: I mentioned to Gary that I had done a gig with a band called The Hawks in my local pub, featuring the twin guitar work of Mick Grabham and Ray Minhinnet. I said how impressed I was not only with their playing, but the whole measured blues feel of the band. Gary must have got hold of their album, because several of the same songs figured on Still Got the Blues. He also got hold of their rhythm section, bass player Andy Pyle and drummer Graham Walker. It definitely is the album where he found himself.

Jeb: Gary was a fast living guitarist. There has to be a couple tales of Gary and Don sucking down suds on the road…

Don: There are quite a few, but I can’t tell you them!

Jeb: Who am I missing? Oh…Glenn Tipton…Baptism of Fire. I think you played on the title track. Sad news about his health…

Don: I have worked on six projects with Glenn including three Priest albums. He is a gentleman and a scholar, and the real godfather of English heavy metal. Yes, very sorry to hear his news.

Jeb: Andrew Lloyd Webber…wow! Tell me about working with him.

Don: It was with Colosseum II. We were on the same record company. He’d heard War Danceand asked us to participate in the making of Variations. The recording lasted a week. Andrew was very charming, full of ideas, and before we knew it we were number 2 in the album charts. Still get the checks from his office 40 years on.

Jeb: Last one…what is up the rest of 2018 and next year? Will there be solo shows? More DP? What’s next?

Don: Just finished a three-week club tour of Europe with the band that plays on One of a Kind. Getting ready to do a four-month summer run of festivals with DP starting in Mexico in May, with perhaps a UK tour in November with my own band following up on the release of One of a Kind.

Jeb: Okay…really last one…you play with great guitarists…Are you really a frustrated guitarist?

Don: No, I’m really a frustrated keyboard player.

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Philippe, Chevalier de Lorraine

Philippe of Lorraine, called the Chevalier de Lorraine was a French nobleman and member of the House of Guise, cadet of the Ducal House of Lorraine. He was the renowned lover of Philippe de France, Monsieur, brother of Louis XIV.

Known to be "as beautiful as an angel", Philippe became Monsieur's lover in 1658, while living at the Palais-Royal in Paris, where the young Princess Henriette Anne of England was living with her mother Queen Henriette Marie. The two Henriettes had fled England due to the English Civil War and had lived at the Palais-Royal as a grace and favour residence.

Lorraine and Henriette would later live together under closer circumstances; Monsieur married Henriette Anne at the Palais-Royal in 1661. Monsieur openly flaunted his affairs at court, especially his long term lover Lorraine. In 1670, Henriette Anne died suddenly at Saint-Cloud, and it was suspected that Lorraine had been the murderer, even though the autopsy performed reported that Henrietta-Anne had died of peritonitis caused by a perforated ulcer.

He was the great love of the life of Monsieur. He was also the worst enemy of the latter's two wives. By the end of the 1650s he had hooked Monsieur the young prince loved him with a passion that worried Madame Henrietta and the court bishop, Cosnac, but it was plain to the King that, thanks to the attractive face and sharp mind of the good-looking cavalier, he would have his way with his brother. Monsieur even told Henriette Anne that he could not love her without Lorraine's permission. 

Monsieur's first marriage was not a happy one. In January 1670, his wife prevailed upon the King to imprison the chevalier, first near Lyon, then in the Mediterranean island-fortress of the Château d'If, and finally he was banished to Rome. But by February, Monsieur's protests and pleas persuaded the King to restore him to his brother's entourage. In 1682, Lorraine was exiled again, having been accused of seducing the young Count of Vermandois (son of Louis XIV and Louise de La Vallière) with his set (including the Prince of Conti) and began practising le vice italien (the contemporary appellation for homosexuality). Having been allowed to return to court, he was then blamed for helping to instigate the marriage between Philippe d'Orléans, duc de Chartres and Mademoiselle de Blois in 1692. Chartres was the son of Monsieur and his second wife Elizabeth Charlotte of the Palatinate, who did not get on with Lorraine at all and merely "tolerated his existence". 

Monsieur and Elizabeth Charlotte married in 1671. According to Henriette Anne, Elizabeth Charlotte and Saint-Simon, Monsieur was frequently manipulated by Lorraine. Monsieur died in 1701

*Some of these are more rumour that fact so please take with a grain of salt and with the story given.*

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Dikeou Superstars

A quick snapshot of what Dikeou Collection artists have been up to over the past month, and what to look forward to next month.

First and foremost, a big congratulation to Ester Partegàs for her award of the prestigious American Academy in Rome Prize in Visual Arts! She will head to Rome this fall and we look forward to keeping up with her on this incredible journey.

Far Out Magazine wrote a captivating review of Marcel Dzama’s “Pink Moon” art book, available from rough Trade Books.

Islington Gazette gives closer look at Simon Periton’s installations at Farringdon Station along London’t Elizabeth Line.

The catalog for Anicka Yi’s Tate Modern project will be released on May 17 from Abrams Books.

If you’re visiting the fairs in New York this week, be sure to head to NADA and look for Devon Dikeou’s “Cajole” installations throughout the fair environment.

Check out Anya Kielar’s artist profile and studio visit with Harper’s Bazaar Japan.

Olav Westphalen curated an exhibition titled “Sensitivity Training” which opens at the Gabrovo Biennial in the Balkans May 20-25