we spent the evening with the work of some our favorite artists: our beloved ed ruscha and anselm kiefer and gerhard richter and barbara kruger and louise bourgeois. we stayed at the museum until closing, bought postcards, and i whispered to my friend "see. i, too, have a church." and she emphatically agreed. and we left as opposite selves, totally cleansed of the stress we had carried in with us. we left calm and light.
museum trips are amazing things.
and on the freeway heading home around 2am, 3 car-loads of cops pulled a man over right in front of me. pulled him over in such a way that they blocked the freeway so i had to stop too. and before i knew what was going on, all the cops were out of their cars, using the car doors as shields, weapons drawn, all of them screaming. and i was right there. right behind them. right in the spot where a stray bullet would go. so i hunched over sideways and peeked up just a little. this went on for 10 minutes or so. more and more cops showed up. once they got the man out of the car and in cuffs, they waved us through. and at the next 5 exits, i noticed there was a squad car at each and every one. i have no clue who that man was but he obviously commands a lot of attention. it was all strange and sad and a bit scary. i've never seen that many cops yelling all at once before. and i've definitely never been in a situation where a cop had to get a rifle out.
that was the wee hours of friday morning.
freakish.
a very odd pairing of events inside the same day.
these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
Jul 10, 2010
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Wow Angela. I'm back home from my adventures and none of them have been quite so exciting and terrifying as this. It must be worse where you come from for fear of guns. we have them here too but not in such abundance. At least the museum could be an antidote, if only in memory.
At the conference I met again an Australian artist and writer, a young woman who reminds me of you. Her name is Threasa Meads. You might want to check out her blog, it's only a beginning. Her writing is stunning. See: http://threasameads.blogspot.com/
I intend to introduce her to others on my blog once I get her okay.
strange days... what museum?? its perfect the way you describe the museum visit. thanks for sharing -j
elisabeth! yay!!! you're home! :D
yes, the museum is a serious antedote! i wish the order of events could've happened the other way around. ha!
i checked out theresa's blog and i can't wait to read your introduction to her work! very inspiring and smart from what i saw at her blog.
welcome home, sweet woman! i'm glad your home safe and sound.
hi rosetung! i went to the SFMOMA. they very recently merged with The Fisher Collection, a previously closed to the public collection of such tremendous artwork. i was in awe of this collection. it took up the two top floors and the sculptures were on the roof-top garden. it was so wonderful. so many of my favorite artists, my heros, were there on the beautiful white walls. :)
Glad that YOU are home safe from your going-to-extremes experiences. This morning's LA Times Arts/Books section has a Dennis Hopper photo, circa 1965/66, of Ed Ruscha. I have seen his work; I had no idea he was so beautiful.
hi marylinn! thank you! me too! ha!
ed ruscha... talented and beautiful and funny too! triple threat! i need to track down this photograph. i absolutely love his work. he's been such a huge inspiration for me and lately i have been very encouraged by his path and work.
ha, this is funny. yeah, ed ruscha in the hopper photo does look pretty hot.
i must get me to the sfmoma soon...
hahahahaha! roz, definitely!
Yes, the MOMA's are like a church! The one here in NY esp. too. Although it does have some negative church attitudes towards the art vs. patrons, to be expected.
Are you going to submit some art for the Plath project? So far I have no art submissions, which means I'll have to stir up some myself...
christine, totally! i've yet to make it to New York, can you believe that!!!! AHHHHHHH! this is something that must be rectified.
and YES! YES! YES!!!! i will send you images today! YAY!!!! and a poem or two as well! :)
Thanks!!!
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