Monday, May 26, 2008

The Candy Bowl Part II

Los Angeles, CA


Bill did a piece for the Madonna hard candy art show at World of Wonder tongiht.  It was based on some bit of greek mythology Im not familiar with, but I liked it for my own reasons.  It featured Madonna behind a swan,the bill of which featured prominently as Madonnas penis / strap on whatever.  "Not in my house!"  One might say. "Not around my kids!" (who am i channeling here??) But one would be wrong.  I dont even like Madonna.  Or swans particularly. But this was a really well conceptualized piece that was engaging in a way that was pretty surprising.  See a close up of this piece at the bottom of this entry.

And to make things even better,  there was the light drizzle outside.  Which I love.... Everything feels different in Los Angeles when the weather turns nasty.  its so rare, that it almost takes on the feeling of something sacred.  

You really get a sense of this on the walk of fame, which actually turns into something approaching beautiful after a downpour.  Rain has the effect of  making people tread much more carefully than they need to - because the stars look dangerously slick, like a wet tile floor (though they are actually no more treacherous than your average sidewalk.... its all an illusion!).    Everyone slows down to keep from wiping out,  but from afar, it almost looks like people are being reverent as they make their way past the cheap tourist shops - moving in slow motion like there is something to soak in and savor.  And I guess there is, actually.  










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Thursday, May 8, 2008

The Candy Bowl


Runaway M&M in a bowl full of Pastel Hersheys.  Beautiful, right?
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Wednesday, May 7, 2008

The Fog of Suburbia


Austin TX


I was in the Austin bedroom community of Belterra this weekend, visiting my new nephew, Noah.  He was born two weeks ago, and Im still too scared to hold him for long.  His skin is like paper, and his head is too wobbly and freaks me out.  But there are lots of people to look out for him, and care for him and love him... he's well protected.  His wobbly head will never lack for support


My sisters have now both moved to this little subdivision of McMansions to help support each other as they grow their families, one baby at a time.  Mom isnt far down the street either.  The whole family has relocated itself to this area and are multiplying... fast.  

I used to have an allergic reaction to these types of suburbs.  I hated what they stood for, how I felt when I was in one, the people that moved to these places.  everything....  But not anymore.  Now, in someways, I get it.  My sisters have alot in this little subdivision.  Safety for their kids.  Ease of lifestyle that affords them the time to focus on more important things.  And a community that they can rely on.  

All that is actually appealing in some ways.  Maybe because it's not my life.  And there is a part of me now that longs for that.  Maybe just because Im getting older and going through a divorce.  Thats probably a big part of it.  But I also think it's the fog of suburbia.  It's a promise that I know could never fulfill itself.  

And in my more functional moments, being in this environment also allows me to really emotionally tap into everything that I have.  And how totally amazing it is.  I mean, I have a pretty fantastic family (all things considered), with beautiful kids, and so much love and happiness.  And on top of it, I have the possibility of doing things that very few ever have the possibility to do.  Not only for myself, but for others.  I have alot of freedom to do alot of great things.  And the older I get, the more I realize how special and rare that can be.  
 
But when I am sad, what it really all boils down to, is that feeling of not belonging.  But in my own way, I am a part of the family.  It may not look like the rest of the family, but they don't care.  Maybe, actually, they are glad. Maybe, actually, I am kind of glad, too.   They have someone there to shake things up a little.  Keep it interesting.  And keep it from getting too small, too gated.  

This photo, by the way, is of my beautiful niece Ella, in front of her home on a foggy sunday morning.  Ella likes flowers, changing outfits, and vestibular stimulation (airplane rides and swing sets!).  I love her. The bottom picture is of her beautiful mother, whom she takes after.



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