Dia:Beacon, in the fall. October 28, 2017. Train departs from the grand, Grand Central Station. Outside the window, a lone kayaker. The Hudson River is a deep gray blue. The trees dark orange and yellow; a yellow just this side of green. Greens are deep green; the sky is a clear strong, purple blue backdrop. […]
And then I start thinking about what I can buy people for Christmas that is not going to spy on them, because I would not want a gift to spy on me. This might seem like a weird thought, but Christmas really is the spying holiday. First, Santa is watching kids all the time. That’s surveillance. The Elf on the Shelf? A spy…
She does the labor of painting. She gets to make the art. She is the vessel. She wrestles infinity to the ground and makes it work. Place your body in relation to a Takenaga painting. Delight in catastrophe. Hover. Wrestle yourself to the ground. Feel good about it. On a beautiful Berkshire […]
