one of our hosts in Seattle has his house decorated with kids’ Halloween drawings; I want a print of this knife rain drawing so badly it is the only art that matters
Echoes all over, minotaur for the common man.
Sometimes artists aren’t, you know, nice.Also I have been going to museums all my life and have never been told until today (multiple times) to move my bag so that it lays against my chest or side. “Due to incidents with backpacks that touch art work.” What is wrong with everything? Also this bag is just comprised of soggy pants and a notebook. I wish I would have brought extra socks today. I wish I was eating cinnamon toast by the beach again.
[Flemish Northern Renaissance Painter, ca.1516-1570]
The Fall of the Rebellious Angels (detail)
Oil on panel, 308 x 220 cm
Koninklijk Museum voor Schone Kunsten, Antwerp
I wish we still spoke so I could talk about this dream with you, so I could explain how often we end up running together while I’m unconscious. But maybe it’s fine that we don’t, maybe the desire was always more than the execution of the act.But damn if words didn’t come easy around you.