Anodyne
Friday, April 03, 2009
 

CJB: Hi! Can I help you?

LOST FRENCH GIRL: I'm looking for the Tarzan.

CJB: Sure. Right down here. [Leads way to "Burroughs"]. Were there any titles in particular you were looking for?

LFG: The environmental ones.

EQUALLY LOST CJB: The environmental ones?

LFG: Yes. The Alberta tarzan...
 
Morning walk along 16th Avenue in changeable spring light. Magnolias, cherrybuds. Workmen carrying drywall into a leaky condo complex, the whole building draped in a spiderweb of tarps and gauze. Keyed-up Lululemon gal and her little poky wirehaired terrier. "C'mon! Hurry up!" Dog wanders from tree to fencepost to curb, snuffling great draughts of spring air. My anxiety. Not off but ramped down, so that standing, say, at the credit union's ATM to examine the shop's balance inspires thoughts other than suicide.

Weird handmade signboards with excessive "quotation marks":

Grilled Cheese Sandwich With "Cup of Soup."

I "know" what that means, but some of its neighbors made me wonder:

"Tuna Salad."

"Massage."
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
 
Headline spotted on the way back from lunch: POLICE SHOOT WOMAN WHO ALLEGEDLY SHOT MAN
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
 

Someone writes to ask what became of the art criticism.

Three CJB-authored pieces in the pipeline: an essay on digital photography and aesthetic judgment forthcoming in an anthology of Canadian art criticism edited by my friend and fellow photographer Jennifer McMackon; a short essay on Octave, a sculpture by Kika Thorne, in the next issue of Pyramid Power magazine; and a long (4000+ word) essay on Isabelle Pauwels, publication venue TBD but likely Pyramid Power's next issue.

Someone else wonders if I've "seen any good art lately." Yes: the new Ian Wallace show upstairs at CSA Space, curated by Adam Harrison, and Enacting Abstraction, a generous and thoughtful survey at the VAG, curated by my old boss Daina Augaitis. And I'm looking forward to the VAG's upcoming exhibition of photographs by Anthony Hernandez. Straight-up pictures of people traversing public space in the Los Angeles basin, looking as fresh as they did when Hernandez first made them in the late 1970s.

Monday, March 30, 2009
 

Miss Universe Visits Guantanamo Bay -- incredibly not via The Onion

"The water in Guantánamo Bay is soooo beautiful! It was unbelievable, we were able to enjoy it for at least an hour. We went to the glass beach, and realized the name of it comes from the little pieces of broken glass from hundred of years ago. It is pretty to see all the colors shining with the sun. That day we met a beautiful lady named Rebeca who does wonders with the glasses from the beach. She creates jewelry with it and of course I bought a necklace from her that will remind me of Guantánamo Bay :)"
 
Insert in My Obituary, Please

"[A] man who made art of a kind /Out of sheer clumsy doggedness. . . ." (John Latta)

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