Rock and River...

What kind of dialogue can they have?

I'm still afraid, but it's ok now...

It's political season, which means the ethers are crammed with lies and hidden agendas and words and gestures some people think other people want to hear and see. Around this time, I start to get a creepy feeling that the world is actually filled with Nazis and pedophiles who have mastered the art of smiling for the camera and shoveling out sanctimonious proclamations and actions born of guilt and self-loathing. The Cove, in particular, was a movie that really illuminated this for me. Can those dolphins lobby for better human champions? Hope so...

The way we're wired we can't really know what's going on in the world. Isn't it wonderfully maddening? There's a performative surface and 7 billion bubble worlds beneath this, burbling in various uncensored degrees, complicated and embarrassing spaces that curious thinkers and artists strive to tap and/or exploit while the rest of us broker in pantomime and shame.

"Forget voyeurism and fetishism cliché... It is about what people hide inside themselves. In their inner space full of opinions, attitudes, thoughts, dreams and taste."

(quotation and photo by Dany Peschl)

Leap into art...

Yup. Maurizio Cattelan... all that work hanging from the ceiling... 24 bolts holding so many tons of stuff... playful and provocative, bla bla bla... But what I really want to know is how many of you have tried (or considered) leaping to your death as you climb Frank Wright's spiral art walk to its dizzying heights? Can't find record of a single suicide or attempt. The Guggenheim must really have some clout in hushing such things up, cuz I can't believe that this fall remains unexplored by such a creative clientele for half a century.