Scott Winn (1) High School Dance Battle

So this is just a super awesome dance off.  Oh, if only all tiffs and run-ins in high school could be fought out like this.  The principal actors-dancers in this short film made the final cuts of a massive audition, and pull off a kickass performance that is energetic, athletic and sexy. From the Behind the Scenes, it was quite a production for filmmaker Scott Winn and sponsor HTC made it all possible.
 

Bolt Poetry, by Tobbe Malm (3)

Bolt Poetry, by Tobbe Malm

Malm is from Norberg, Sweden, who lives and works in Oslo, Norway.  He is an artist blacksmith and photographer.

The bolts are from an old farm in the heart of the area Bergsladen in Sweden. I found them in a barn. They had been lying there for a long time and they might have continued to lie there until they had rusted away and returned to their original mineral form.

The bolts reminded me of human forms, and I felt they had something to tell. I heated them, forged, bent and twisted. I tried to create relations, meetings and situations and suddenly stories emerged about sorrow, joy, pain, warmth and humour. A kind of poetry was created, hence the title.

All sculptures are without title, it is up to the viewer to create his or her own. The bolt people are few in numbers, and maybe these are the last ones, but those that exist will remain to tell their stories.  

Malm is the blacksmith, and I am the poet.  I will write the poetry to Bolt Poetry.  In the meantime, here are some notes, as a kind of prelude to a poetry:

Perhaps some covert conversation, something out of the Watergate scandal and All the President's Men.  Perhaps two lovers, in a bit of a tense tête-à-tête.  In either case, what shields them from prying eyes is hardly enough to shield them completely.  As if the urgency with which they come together overwhelms their need for discretion and privacy.

Stay tuned.

Bolt Poetry, by Tobbe Malm (2)

Bolt Poetry, by Tobbe Malm

Malm is from Norberg, Sweden, who lives and works in Oslo, Norway.  He is an artist blacksmith and photographer.

The bolts are from an old farm in the heart of the area Bergsladen in Sweden. I found them in a barn. They had been lying there for a long time and they might have continued to lie there until they had rusted away and returned to their original mineral form.

The bolts reminded me of human forms, and I felt they had something to tell. I heated them, forged, bent and twisted. I tried to create relations, meetings and situations and suddenly stories emerged about sorrow, joy, pain, warmth and humour. A kind of poetry was created, hence the title.

All sculptures are without title, it is up to the viewer to create his or her own. The bolt people are few in numbers, and maybe these are the last ones, but those that exist will remain to tell their stories.  

Malm is the blacksmith, and I am the poet.  I will write the poetry to Bolt Poetry.  In the meantime, here are some notes, as a kind of prelude to a poetry:

It could be that he wakes up in the early hours of morning, after a night of lovemaking, and sits awkwardly transfixed on his still soundly sleeping lover.  Then, again, to Malm's disclosure, it looks like a matter of joy and warmth, turned to sorrow and pain.

Stay tuned.
 

Bolt Poetry, by Tobbe Malm (1)

Bolt Poetry, by Tobbe Malm

Malm is from Norberg, Sweden, who lives and works in Oslo, Norway.  He is an artist blacksmith and photographer.

The bolts are from an old farm in the heart of the area Bergsladen in Sweden. I found them in a barn. They had been lying there for a long time and they might have continued to lie there until they had rusted away and returned to their original mineral form.

The bolts reminded me of human forms, and I felt they had something to tell. I heated them, forged, bent and twisted. I tried to create relations, meetings and situations and suddenly stories emerged about sorrow, joy, pain, warmth and humour. A kind of poetry was created, hence the title.

All sculptures are without title, it is up to the viewer to create his or her own. The bolt people are few in numbers, and maybe these are the last ones, but those that exist will remain to tell their stories.  

Malm is the blacksmith, and I am the poet.  I will write the poetry to Bolt Poetry.  In the meantime, here are some notes, as a kind of prelude to a poetry:

How the Madonna encloses the Child, and how the Child nestles himself in a concave of the Madonna's body.  It reminds me of Venus de Milo, sort of, as there are no arms.

Stay tuned.

Shia LaBeouf (3) Fjögur píanó, by Sigur Rós

Sarah Blackwell commented:

Tbh, I am not a huge fan of the melody...but the video is beyond stunning. Shia is a seriously underrated performer and to be honest, he should be a lead in more dramatic movies, I'm telling ya...get him in the right drama and he could easily be a Oscar contender. There is some very real, heartbreakingly raw emotion he exudes that I don't see from other actors...I can't explain it but you can see what I am talking about in key points of this video.

I agree, Sarah. Shia LaBeouf must be one of the most underrated performers, not just actors, in the business.

Shia LaBeouf (2) Elastic Heart, by Sia

What comes to mind?  Raw and primitive.  Sensual and erotic.  Poignant and existential.  Or simply superb.

Shia LaBeouf (1) By Rob Cantor

I first watched Shia LaBeouf in Transformers (2007), and thought the young man did a superb job playing a comedic, adventurous character.  But I've since seen him in some risqué music videos (see my subsequent posts), which suggests to me that he's not inclined to sit pat with making movies.  Now he has apparently inspired a short opera-cum-ballet, truly Art Intersections.  Having him be the lone audience in this original music video was a really nice touch.