an oatmeal and chocolate chip cookie at Atomix cafe on Chicago and Damen.
a woman and a dog
a broken headphone
Art Institute of Chicago:
Cézanne, Paul, Still Life with Basket of Apples, 1890-94
i won a prize for drawing this in pastels when i was at school.
Day by Ferdinand Hodler
Strange Music by Felix Gonzalez-Torres, 1995
Olaffur Eliasson tracks our horizons At the Chicago MCA, like Claude Monet with his sheafs of wheat.
Shapes are projected momentarily on a wall.
'It would take 10-12 years for this sequence to repeat itself'. Enter this computer-generated mechanical timescape. Enter computer this generated mechanical timescape.
Why walls? Eliasson also showcases his wall of moss. a duvet of Sweet-smelling reindeer moss colonises one wall. Touch it. then enter the yellow room of happiness. the light beams into your very soul. even writing about it now i can feel it. enter the circle of light! the colours move about/blurring the boundary between here and there. look at the bulb, and the bleached imprint that floats in your eyes afterward. in the ceiling, ghosts of reflections. a floating orb of fragments of glass.
a pipe the machine.
/?___??--shoots pushing through holes in our clothes
- On a bench on the beach at the end of Michigan Avenue 15/7/09
'Sitting here. I am free.
dinner parties? Birthday?'
"Help the homeless?" - The Onion and a postcard of Chicago clasped in his hand.
Renoir's Acrobats at the Cirque Fernando - what a peach!
Paris Street on a Rainy Day, Caillebote
Jean-Louis Forain, Tightrope Walker, 1885
all of a sudden
Antonio Canova, Head of Medusa
King Vulture, 1734
Munch's Girl Looking out the Window 1892
Alex Katz, Vincent and Tony 1963
Peter Doig, Gasthof Zur Muldentalsperre
Hockney's American Collectors
Yves Tanguy, The Rapidity of Sleep 1943
Death of the poet Walter Rheiner 1925
a painful faupaw could pay off. I chose yellow + i'm not sorry.
(Eviscerated Corpse, Mike Kelley, 1989)
Robert Gober's September 11th.
Jim Nutt.
Shedd Aquarium:
a punctured lungfish
a smokey catfish
a branded sealion
excerpt from 'lines written at the top of the hancock tower at sunset':
all of a sudden
white and illuminated
like little bones.
then the first lights, as
yellow glitter scattered
piercing
this skin between night and day
millipede buses and
the buildings gain a new definition
reaching up to the
darkening sky,
square plants