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Crying in Art Museums

I finally visited the Ponce Museum of Art yesterday! It is said to be one of the best in the Carribbean. It wasn’t as big as I was expecting and had more classic than modern art, but I still found a piece that moved me to tears. This is not a new thing for me. I usually get dew-eyed in art museums. Once, at SAM, I came around a corner and a huge landscape took me and my tear ducts by surprise and I sat in front of it for quite a while.

Yesterday the one that got me was a piece by Emilio Sanchez, whom, to my surprise, Wikipedia has very little to say about. (Maybe his sparse page will be what gets me to start contributing to Wikipedia like I’ve always wanted to…) I, sadly, can’t find an image of the painting that got me – Untitled (Windows) from 1980. The art museum here just received their collection of his work last year and it wasn’t supposed to go up until April but for whatever reason it was there when I went yesterday.

emilio sanchez - blue and yellow house

This is not the one that moved me so, but it is similar and I like it. “Casita Doble” by Emilio Sanchez, Lithograph 1983

I also saw my first Gilbert and George and my first Lucian Freud in person! And a Rodin, though I’ve seen his work in person before. The other piece that I couldn’t walk away from was this one:

“We Sail Today” by Matthew Ritchie, 2006, oil and marker on linen, around 8 feet by 12 feet


Eugene: a day (or at least a few hours) in the life

Here’s an adapted and illustrated journal entry from June 10…

11:30am – library – Eugene

Casper at church. I woke up alone at Shady Pines to the sound of a woman orgasming somewhere in the house. I think in the basement.

I pulled myself thankfully out of a vicious-cycle dream of guns, disappearances, strangers gathered around a lake on a steep grassy bank, and broken glass pipes. Rolling up our bedding and setting it out of the way, I gathered all our other things lying around before leaving the room.

Gritty punk lady housemate perched on the front porch railing with dreadlocks, all black clothes and a friendly dog named Rosie. The door was pulled open leaving only the frame of a screen door. Elegant metal work framed the overgrown yard as I looked out from the dark hallway.

Dining room kitchen looking out the front door at Shady Pines.

Then I took lots of photos of the space because the house was empty of people and full of sunlight and shadows.

Shady Pines kitchen

Dining room/kitchen spray paint wall art.

In the car, I put some things here and some things there and ended up bring with me: computer bag, headphones, journal, sketchbook, city map, empty water bottle, car keys, phone and, because I forgot to take it out of the back pocket of my overalls, rose petal witch hazel.

I wore the headphones as I walked, the plug-in tucked inside my pocket so I could sing to myself and not look crazy.

Casper had left me a note underneath my blue traveling lizard who was tucked inside my set of car keys. The note was written in bleeding red ink in Casper’s usual unschooler scrawl. “I’m at church, I’ll meet you at the library after 1, or if the library is closed the bus station.”

Summer!

It is going to be a really good day.


Ignorant Art: on the street

I’ve been leaving free art out and about both in Eugene and in Portland. Purpose of this action is to: one, get rid of art; two, spread beauty; three, advertise igart.tumblr.com.

Casper and I found this yellow foam in a construction dumpster, collaborated with markers and then let it with a free sign outside the public library around the corner. Eugene, May 23.

 

Dumpster materials plus markers. Left at Patton Square Park in Portland, May 30.

Cardboard and marker pieces left in downtown Eugene, June 14.

Empty pay phone art gallery. Eugene, June 21.

 


Portland, the woods, Salem

Portland was sucking our souls – for unknown reasons – so we cooked up a bunch of rice and veggies and headed out to the woods last Wednesday.

Spent three nights in the Mount Hood National Forest east of Estacada. Up on a forestry development road in our tent for the first time. All day for reading, writing, walking, drawing, cuddling, stretching, playing cards and chess. I finished “The Good War” by Studs Terkel, started and finished Welcome to the Ark by Stephanie Tolan, and am now reading One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey. It rained the last night but the car kept us comfy the next day as we waited for the sun to come out before packing up.

Me and Brutus. He freakin’ adored carrying that plastic pumpkin around.

Now we’re on day three at Casper’s half-sister’s place in Salem. She’s been working but is coming home tonight. They haven’t seen each other since they were little kids and Casper only vaguely knew of her before she found him on Facebook last year. She’s got a two year old who we’re watching this morning while her husband goes and picks her up at work (it’s, like, six hours away) and a playful pitbull named Brutus.

It’s been three weeks since we last slept in a real bed. It’s pretty rad.

I’m busy working, dealing with body pain, struggling with depression, making anatomical drawings, studying astrology and watching Casper interact with family for the first time. I’d like to get the last few month’s worth of photos online soon, especially the ones from our time on Vashon.

Our plans are to head to Eugene this Friday, possibly with a stop out in the woods again because we loved it. In Eugene, our focus is to get me studio space so I can work on a series for a show Casper has hopefully secured for me next month!

In case you haven’t been bombarded on Facebook, I am also selling my art for the first time: igart.tumblr.com. You can check it out on Facebook, too. Yay!


We Love Chicago!

Playing cards at the Lincoln Park Zoo.

We stayed at the first couch, Abby’s, from May 2 to May 7.

Maia and Sophie, Abby's kitties.

By the second day there, we decided to bring Salem inside for good and let the three cats just have it out. There was lots of hissing and picking of fights. Casper hardly slept the first two nights because of all the 2am hissing fits. Abby’s kitties are Maia, who is very simple and reminds me of Brittany from Glee, and Sophie, who is more like Santana. They’d fight all night and then seem to agree to take a nap around 10am each day and there would be peace. Eventually Salem kind of won out as the king of the house and the last few days there were times when all three cats were quiet.

During our time at Abby’s, she was gone at work pretty much all day, every day. We spent quiet mornings drinking too much green tea (accidental caffeine overload) before heading out for sightseeing. In the evenings, we would chat and laugh with Abby. She works in a long-term care facility for folks with mental illness so she and I had lots to talk about. Her bookshelves were full of books Casper and I both recognized. Her walls displayed beautiful, goddess-y art and even some Frida. Casper cooked an incredible soup the second or third day as well as a nice breakfast on Abby’s day off.

A yak-thing :)

We went to the Museum of Contemporary Art on Tuesday because that is their free day. Jim Nutt’s work blew my mind and inspired me, too.

The Lincoln Park Zoo in Chicago is free everyday! After it closed at 6pm, Casper and I went to a head shop and then a grocery store. We sat under one of the super noisy L overpasses and ate tasty challah and salami and cheese and juice. Then we passed by the Oz Park – which we’re definitely planning on visiting again when my feet aren’t killing me – and wandered our way home.

As we were getting some stuff out of the Pearl before heading up to Abby’s, Casper called out that there were ducklings in the road! They turned out to be geese: two parents and 11 goslings. There was a long line of cars behind them, driving at goose-speed with their headlights on. The family was headed for a big, nasty street so I immediately started guiding them to the sidewalk and to the right, towards what a bystander said was the nearest park with water.

Mama, Papa and 11 goslings on Wieland Street in Chicago.

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