Author: Cheryl Preston
The Cactus Garden
A Narrative Library
My Vivid Experience
Nuanced Emotions
Irises as Texture
A Leopard Man
Ylang Ylang and Fennel
Inspiration Is Everywhere
Homage to French New Wave
This is Feather Duster Theater.
I’m sharing a short sci-fi film, Within and Without, based on the Dunhuang exhibition (this is the final cut).
This film was inspired by religion, icons, Dunhuang, Jean-Luc Godard.
Inspiration is anything in front of my lens.
Scent as Art
Saskia Wilson-Brown of the Institute for Art and Olfaction has taught workshops at the Getty, inspired by the art and exhibitions on view.
She brings an experimental approach to the field of perfumery, inspired by the belief that scent can and should be used as a contemporary art medium—but that it first needs to be understood as a valid creative medium within a broader historical context.
To her, inspiration is “an initially unremarkable experience that triggers action—often months or even years later.”
Hand-Pressed Tiles
Galaxy Bear
A Beautiful World
Friday Flights
The Sky Was Spectacular
Inner Magic of Drawings
Sunset at the Getty
Climate Change
Remembering My Childhood
Bakersfield, California
Malibu Fresco
The One Chair
View from the Villa
A Great Treasure Hunt
An Amazing Sunset
Renditions of Venus
Finding a Connection
Ascending the Hill
For Contemplation
The Victorious Athlete
Italian writer and poet Gabriele Tinti shares his poem about human strength and fragility inspired by the Getty bronze, Statue of a Victorious Youth.
Actor Robert Davi reads “The Victorious Athlete,” by Gabriele Tinti.
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The Victorious Athlete
where now
is your
garland of olive?
where
your rapid
supports?
where the judge
who placed
on your head
the precious wreath?
we are not even
given to know
who you are
your haughty yearning
is lost in the void
now
the contest is deserted
the shouts and the glory
far away
all is calm
icy silence
cold quiet
there where you are
because
all is vain
and all disappears
and you too
like us
will not be able
to save yourself
from that darkness
that abyss
where there is no more
past or future
where there will be no more
possible memory of man.
Recording and poem courtesy of and copyright Gabriele Tinti, used with permission.