I think more than curiosity, in a case like this, it's the matter of the artistic merit. I don't think the sons would have published this if they didn't feel it was worth doing so.
(Oh, and Dweezil is the one who's trying very hard to maintain his father's legacy, the rest of the family is cashing in and selling out at every opportunity.)
I don't think it should be surprising, I'd say good artists often enjoy a wide variety of styles, and it's not unusual for their favorite artists to be their complete opposite, perhaps that's precisely why they're their favorites.
Iirc Paul Thomas Anderson has said he's a fan of Michael Bay.
>Would you say that honor is worth more than now having the works of Kafka available for all of humanity to read?
I made this argument in this thread, but come to think of it there's an opposite argument too:
If honor was worth more, Kafka's works describing life as a hellish landscape of bureucratic indifference, betrayal, control, and alienation, wouldn't have been as descriptive of the state of humanity.
>What would human kind have gained from not having read The Metamorphosis or The Trial and so many others?
If they have gained honor, that would have been worth 1000 Trials and Metamorphosis.
If they haven't, and just read them violating Kafka's request, they'd be the person The Trial and Metamorphosis protested about, just another cog in the machinery of humilliation and degradation.
I did not know much context about the specifics, and I just informed myself, and I have to see I entirely disagree with you.
Betrayal, control and alienation are exactly what informs Kafka's request. Faith (in his friend, in art) and openness are what inspired his friend not to obey Kafka's wish born out of that alienation and shame.
Bureaucracy never enters into this at all. There is no humiliation, Kafka is considered to be one of the greatest writers ever.
First of all, the request was in a letter. His friend (they were friends for decades) found the letter, it's not like he agreed beforehand. Secondly this friend was a writer himself. No one knows more the embarrassment and shame that can come from looking at one's own art as much as another artist, but this is just inherently the nature of making art, and what are friends for if not to shake us out of that wrong view that we get from our perspective being too close?
Frankly I think you're making lofty claims for their own sake. This is not a matter of "humanity gaining honor", it was a matter of a man believing in his friend's art, and the rest of us benefiting from that "betrayal".
It's still the only open source image program I know that will not only let me print, but also show where the image will be on the page, and let me move it and scale it up/down. Seems like overkill, but I keep it installed for that reason.
As a KDE developer, I think Gimp is pretty great and has made massive progress in the upcoming 3.0 release (also on things only Krita could do so far, like reasonable colorspace-independence, also UI-wise). Obviously we're very proud of the Krita team. I use both regularly for different tasks, and that they have slightly different objectives and mission statements has been great for open source content authoring.
I’m probably not the best person to ask. I loved all four books and both movies. I actually saw 2010 before 2001 and dare say I kind of prefer 2010. 2001 is beautiful art but the pacing is slow. 2010 is a solid 80s sci-fi flick.
I spent a long time searching, and then trying to invent my own "perfect" system. Where to archive done items, how to organize item priorities, what date format to use, etc.
I saw the system as this external thing that if I could get it just right maybe my life would be solved (exaggerating obviously).
Eventually my focus shifted from the system itself, to my interaction with it. I realized that it wasn't about having a system, it was about removing as much friction as possible.
> I have a question for the community? Where do you find the strength to keep going? What keeps you going and energizes you? I'm tired of trying, the work seems endless.
The first thing I try to remember (and this is really hard, during those times it feels like a blatant lie) is that things change and you get out of the rut.
Accepting the mental storms, knowing they will pass, and having faith that somehow, somewhere in that fog there's something gestating, something moving, that will take shape only after the fog clears, that's helpful.
And when I'm not in that storm, knowing that it will come eventually, and welcoming it instead of constantly wishing it away, I try to prepare the ground for my future depressed-self, to make his life easier.
Good Black Mirror premise tho.