Hi.
I get clips of radio songs on repeat in my mind. They’re like transmissions. Sometimes it takes a while to realize they’re there. Sometimes the song is one I don’t know well and haven’t heard it in years, and that’s the case today: there’s a little relief… I don’t really know the song or the band though the name “Toad the Wet Sprocket” was somewhere in my radio memory. Old music videos are wild. Ah, 1995.
I realized I have a fledgling migraine, so I just took some Exceddy. It’s possible the song clip was trying send me that message before I recognized the static behind my eyes. I looked up the lyrics of the song “Good Intentions” and there’s this one: I'm not afraid things won't get better. Two negatives…
It’s important to move away from fear, is what I tell myself. Looking at art is good, an expanding feeling (where fear is a constricting feeling). Rage Against The Machine is good too, but not when you have a headache.
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Susan Bowers, The Aura and the Rootedness: Hardcore at Clay Center of New Orleans
These sculptures are wild. Like art should be, I think.
Lori Waselchuk, Grace Before Dying
Lori Waselchuk’s photographs were included in the at The Historic New Orleans Collection’s Current Exhibition, Captive State: Louisiana and the Making of Mass Incarceration. Please note: These are details. I wanted to try to represent the way I looked into these images. They were extraordinary, intimate, and I had to remind myself that there was a photographer present when the photographs were taken. The titles too are so effective, careful and descriptive without being overwrought. The intimacy of first names. A human lifetime.
Marianne Desmarais & Jack Niven, Passeges at Staple Goods
Looking up close. What materials mean and how they feel to look at. And I like how sometimes art looks beyond sense.
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Camille Farrah Lenain, Made of Smokeless Fire, at Fourth Wall
Also,
Links Relief
On second thought, (for M)