Monthly Archives: November 2020

The day before the election I bike down to the museum. I want to try for about the thousandth time to understand Joseph Cornell’s boxes. I try, lingering in the darkened gallery where they’re displayed in a vitrine which, unfortunately, reflects so much of the room that the art within is hopelessly half-obscured in aContinue reading “I was an election judge in Chicago”

I made a book out of scraps. Starting with a notebook from fourth grade, I filled the pages with fragments of homework assignments, doodles, portraits of heroes, and bits of colored paper.  Some pages start with a drawings, others with text or Color-aid paper. It’s all intuitive, following an internal logic I couldn’t and wouldn’tContinue reading “Mersanes Benz is the car for me!!”