Today I am trying to see over the top of my list.
Why do we allow lists to become the tyrants over our days?
When we were waiting to collect our baggage at Shannon Airport in Ireland I saw this woman wearing her adorable red and white polka dot shoes. I followed her shamelessly to take photos - not of her - of the shoes. Imagining what a lively spirit she must be to wear these cute shoes.
I am sandwiching in reading the bio by James Rosenquist and enjoying his "insider" talk about the guys who became the POP ART icons of the 1960s. This morning I particularly enjoyed his recounting of his memories of visiting Joseph Cornell in his studio. He describes Joseph Cornell in the 1960s as "the old man". Cornell was making art in his basement in Queens which he called his "Habitat." That was before his magical collage boxes were enshrined in museums.
Rosenquist also talks about how, in his opinion, collage is a good medium to express the reality of modern life. The juxtaposition of disparate images comes close to the way we are bombarded by so much visual stimulation. I am noodling on what he is saying and how this relates to storytelling - interesting possibilities.
1 comment:
Look what these shoes are doing to this woman's calves, not to mention what it is doing to her spine- which you have to imagine because it doesn't show in the photograph. This woman is holding on for dear life with every muscule in her body disotrted just to stand in these shoes. I would not walk a mile in her shoes if someone paid for a year of osteopath treatments to undo the damage
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