old Detroit Tigers game ticket…I remember these.
I was so happy to be able to spend the weekend in the city I love most- Detroit. I feel really grateful that my parents never shielded me as a child from Detroit. I feel grateful to have know both sides of this wonderful city; games at old Tiger stadium with my dad, picnic with friends at Belle Isle, dinners in Greek Town, shows at St. Andrews Hall (using a fake id at 16 to see the Bjork Post tour in 1995!) I also knew the falling, the ruined, the tired and the depressed side too. It was wonderful coming home and seeing new life being breathed in everywhere to keep Detroit standing and thriving.
…Ma belle le détroit. c’ést bon et charmant. Il est ma maison.
It lives! The beautiful Scott Memorial Fountain on #BelleIsle.
The Curious French Cat
circus mail art.
Two months ago today, I was hiking on to Langjokull glacier in Iceland. What a privilege to be able to see and experience such a beautiful part of the earth. unforgettable.
After seeing her performance piece at the Serpentine Gallery in London, Maria Abramovic is my current muse. Her work explores the relationship between performer and audience, the limits of the body, and the possibilities of the mind. Active for over three decades, she is the “grandmother of performance art.”
"The function of the artist in a disturbed society is to give awareness of the universe, to ask the right questions, and to elevate the mind."
Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant. He said, “Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.” So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look.
Marina Abramović (via oofpoetry)
“A Wheatfield on a Summer’s Afternoon,” 1942, by Marc Chagall
Marc Chagall’s palette