Jessica Stockholder and the theater

She's such a teacher. She's so clear and so unapologetic. And the sculpture remains bombastic.

Jessica Stockholder | “Vortex in the Play of Theater with Real Passion: In Memory of Kay Stockholder

good afternoon, and wild weather be upon you.

Ulla Von Brandenburg

Ulla von Brandenburg
Curtain
2007
Tinted fabric
484x973cm
Courtesy the artist, Art : Concept and Produzentengalerie


Pages from summer issue of Kaleidescope with article.

Milano, day two

Milano, Day One

i love the dance pool.

Just dance like you caught up in the holy ghost trance!
~Ol' Dirty Bastard

http://www.flickr.com/groups/fridaydancedancedance/pool/

didn't have it in me today.
better luck next week.

LIVE BIRD

So, Chiaverano is still creeping up and stange-ing out. We've had some really impressive thunder today. Wild thunder and lightening and rain pushing through the alps and hitting us hard. The power went out, lightbulbs popped.


Late this afternoon, I crept cautiously into my studio, to find the fuse had blown back here in the rear of the old farmhouse, too. Luckily, I have my own fusebox, but when I reached to open the shallow plastic cover, I realized that there was a LIVE BIRD smooshed up inside.

I have no idea how he got in there, and the door was closed. Sadly, never having been the cutthroat I should be, I released the little friend before I reached for my camera. It would have been a really strange image. The ensuing photographs and video are all that remain of our visit. After a long moment on the blue fruit packing sheets, eyeing me quietly, he lept up and flew outside. He is safely returned to his friends. I think his name was Bernard.


porta chiuso/closed door


aperto, con merda/open, with poop.



visito con Bernard /i visit with Bernard.

welcome friend

I would like to welcome my friend the International Apple to blogging with a photo of the farm here at Cascina Remondenca, and a portion of our days' harvest.

try not to forget

this dinner was too good. ok so:

sautée some chopped red onion with olive oil, salt and pepper.
add prosciutto or spec, and fry it up. let it all get soft and sweet.

mix in approx. 8 fresh huge black figs picked off the tree, peeled and quartered

chop some fresh thyme and mix in. sautée for 5-10 minutes

serve over pasta, especially rotini. sprinkle with grated parmagiano reggiano.

eat it. freak out. try not to lick yr plate.

freak out.

madonna nera, part two

covert photo ops from inside the chapel of the black madonna...by request for gt.

Oropa and the Chapel of the Black Madonna

It took us a long time to drive up to Oropa, to visit the Chapel of the Black Madonna. It was a beautiful day, but as we finally wound up into the crevice of the mountain where the enclave is nestled, clouds covered us. Oropa is a pilgrimage sight, and there were Roman bridges arching over us all along the mountain roads, for those who travelled on their knees. We parked the car, and explored the grounds. On this rainy Tuesday afternoon, the place was mostly deserted, and spooky. We roamed the chapels, looking at the halls and halls of "Gracie Receivuta" prayers for miracles and praise for the Black Madonna made for hundreds of years, and and gazed at the Madonna Nera herself, in all her incarnations. We broke for lunch (which I was very graciously treated to, which was gorgeous, and where I tried everything except the antipasti of tongue) and on our way up to the ristorante, found a beautiful of chapel with the roof caved in. For obvious reasons, we dubbed it capella dei boobies, and made our way home.

approaching oropa


the main entrance to the compound.


the chapel of the black madonna


class trip


hallway with some of the disaster drawings


outside capella dei boobies, sone ladies having lunch infront of a sign that asks them please not to eat there.


inside the capella dei boobies.

Big Plans.

The black walnut tree has started to drop it's pods on us, on the geese, and all over the lower garden. Marguerite decided to make a liqueur with them, using some strong alcohol and a big glass jar. Since the white goose, Fortunata, is shedding, I've decided to make quills and walnut dye and do some drawings. Since I've already been using raspberries and cherries, it seems like a natural extension. I can't remember how long to let the nuts steep in the water for, though...I hope I don't let them get rancid.

At the market on Friday I plan to get some whole squid and maybe an octopus, and try making squid ink drawings again. This time with the real ink. Maybe we'll use half the ink for pasta, half for drawing.

well thank god the burg is still the burg.

i may be in italy, and i may have left the burg in 2005, but the important shit is obviously still there: un-pc styrofoam to-go cup margaritas from the nest, beards, american apparel, headbands, boys who cry, fixed gear bikes, irony, rock and roll promises, waterfront. go ahead summer kids.

what it is