Archives for the month of: November, 2011
It’s a cruel joke, mostly for tourists, that summer comes to So Cal in November rather than July.
“Good waves.” — Molokai
“Good friends.” — Ed
Molokai’s foam board isn’t sexy, but it’s honest. He broke his collarbone skating a pool. He surfs more than he skates, and was happy enough watching the waves from the lot. When I asked Ed what he was thankful for, he closed his eyes and really thought about it. “Good friends,” he said.
Auspicious numbers on the calendar get people very excited. This upcoming 11-11-11 will see many a great box office premieres, bar mitzvahs and other wild celebrations. It will also see the grand re-opening of Cranbrook Art Museum, with an exhibition titled “No Object Is an Island: New Dialogues with the Cranbrook Collection.”
I have a photo which will be a part of this show, Urbild 1: Intellasphyxia. It was a part of my thesis work, and was acquired into the art museum’s permanent collection upon my graduation in 2003.
Living in sunny LA now, those Michigan winters seem like quaint winter wonderlands. I remember a friend who built an impressive igloo smack in the middle of the wide, white lawns. Some teens from the Cranbrook Schools destroyed it shortly after, to our chagrin.
There was so much snow that year. The snow buried us in, and I buried myself in theoretical texts by Carl G. Jung. That spawned photo projects built on Jung’s theories on archetypes.
I’ll be in Detroit again on 11-11-11. With hindsight of the years, I know that I followed my bliss, put my head down, and made art which came from that certain place inside. That’s really all that matters, but seeing it on the walls of a great art museum will be a hugely humbling and cool experience too. Hallelujah!
