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Cosmic Cavort: The Artful Dance through a Universe of Creativity
"Currer Bell is neither man nor woman, but an abstract thing, an artist."
• Michael Garcia Mujica, Lead Educator in Arts and Film History.
Echoing the sentiment about Charlotte Brontë's pseudonymous voice, Michael lends his expertise not only as a writer and visual artist but also as a Lead Educator in arts and film history. Based in Coral Gables, Florida, he is the principal of Vintage Brooks, Inc., where he passionately revitalizes the legacy of silent film star Louise Brooks. His acclaimed blog, Naked on My Goat, serves as a living tribute to Brooks's enduring influence in film, her profound writing, and her broad appreciation for the arts.
Just as Brontë made an indelible mark in literature despite the societal constraints of her time, Michael accentuates Brooks's trailblazing spirit within the film industry. In his role, he ensures that Brooks's iconic voice continues to resonate within the cultural lexicon of the 21st century, celebrating the intricate victories of women in the arts, both past and present.
Explore more about the abstract persona of Charlotte Brontë in Michael's piece, "The Abstract Persona: Understanding Charlotte Brontë's Pseudonymous Journey as Currer Bell."
“I am satisfied that if a book is a good one, it is so whatever the sex of the author may be. All novels are or should be written for both men and women to read, and I am at a loss to conceive how a man should permit himself to write anything that would be really disgraceful to a woman, or why a woman should be censured for writing anything that would be proper and becoming for a man.”
• Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
• Michael Garcia Mujica, Lead Educator in Arts and Film History.
Echoing the sentiment about Charlotte Brontë's pseudonymous voice, Michael lends his expertise not only as a writer and visual artist but also as a Lead Educator in arts and film history. Based in Coral Gables, Florida, he is the principal of Vintage Brooks, Inc., where he passionately revitalizes the legacy of silent film star Louise Brooks. His acclaimed blog, Naked on My Goat, serves as a living tribute to Brooks's enduring influence in film, her profound writing, and her broad appreciation for the arts.
Just as Brontë made an indelible mark in literature despite the societal constraints of her time, Michael accentuates Brooks's trailblazing spirit within the film industry. In his role, he ensures that Brooks's iconic voice continues to resonate within the cultural lexicon of the 21st century, celebrating the intricate victories of women in the arts, both past and present.
Explore more about the abstract persona of Charlotte Brontë in Michael's piece, "The Abstract Persona: Understanding Charlotte Brontë's Pseudonymous Journey as Currer Bell."
“I am satisfied that if a book is a good one, it is so whatever the sex of the author may be. All novels are or should be written for both men and women to read, and I am at a loss to conceive how a man should permit himself to write anything that would be really disgraceful to a woman, or why a woman should be censured for writing anything that would be proper and becoming for a man.”
• Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
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- The Cult of Personality: Vincent Lesh and Thomas Gladysz - August 28, 2024
Art isn’t a pedestrian stroll; it’s a razzle-dazzle, a grand pas de deux on the cosmic dance floor, waltzing and whirling to a rhythm only artists can hear. Leading the conga line in this celestial soiree, we find the likes of Louise Brooks, the silent-era screen siren; L. Frank Baum, master of Oz’s yellow brick road; Lewis Carroll, the doyen of Wonderland; and David Lynch, the maestro of the peculiar and unsettling.
Brooks’ life story, penned in her memoir Lulu in Hollywood, serves as a dance manual for aspiring artists, a shimmy through the labyrinth of Hollywood’s glamour and her self-imposed solitude in Rochester. It’s the jitterbug of resilience, the foxtrot of nonconformity – a masterclass in grooving to your own rhythm.
Baum and Carroll, our choreographers of the fantastical, teach us that the best jigs are danced on unfamiliar floors. Dorothy’s dogged determination and Alice’s leap into the unknown are all part of the artistic tango. It’s a swing dance with the imagination, a lesson in the lindy hop of letting go.
David Lynch’s blue box from Mulholland Drive, enters the dance, adding a layer of tantalizing mystery to our foxtrot. Like the secret choreography of an avant-garde ballet, this box holds the uncarved potential of our narratives. It’s a cryptic dance move, encouraging us to twirl into the enigmatic, the arcane.
In the middle of this cosmic rumba, we find Miss Havisham from Dickens’ Great Expectations. Often typecast as the tragic spinster, she’s really doing a solo salsa, embodying a dance of heartbreak, strength, and endurance. It’s the tango of life – reminding us that art often pirouettes out of personal struggles.
Art, in all its forms, is a dance with the universe, every creation a pirouette spun from the stardust of imagination. Every word, brushstroke, and note becomes a tiny atom, each sentence, painting, or melody a star, and every story, masterpiece, or symphony a galaxy in the infinite cosmos of creation.
Just as numbers choreograph the cosmic ballet, language choreographs the dance of the subconscious. Artists are like skilled dancers, adept at translating the subconscious’s rhythm into their work. It’s a waltz with the divine, a quickstep of creation that turns ideas into constellations of artistic expression.
The legacy of Brooks, Baum, Carroll, and Lynch resonates like a pulsating bassline throughout the cosmic dance floor of art. Their celestial choreography continues to inspire, proving that the dance of creation is a never-ending boogie, a dazzling jive that forever shapes the landscape of artistic expression.
So, throw on your dancing shoes and let your imagination cut a rug – after all, we’re all just stardust strutting our stuff in the grand cosmic cabaret.