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rebeccmeister) wrote2008-03-29 08:45 pm
rebeccmeister) wrote2008-03-29 08:45 pm
Art Museum; Sacaton
Last night I walked through the art museum one block from my house. It was peopled by neo-mimes, the people in all-white who alternately pose and move. They make money on street-corners where once mimes held sway. One offered me a marshmallow; I ate it. Another one, perhaps the same, followed me down the middle a staircase. A performance artist-in-residence (if he can be called such) put together an installation in one museum gallery based on an im conversation held with his wife: he put a shaggy rug on the floor, along with two comfortable chairs, two plants, a beta fish, a mirror, and two windchimes. He painted the wall purple. Another part of the gallery appears to be his office. There were a few funny posters hanging in his office, but I cannot remember them anymore, except for the picture of the bum holding a cardboard sign that said something like, "Ninjas killed my family, need $$ for kung fu lessons."
One of the photographs from the New American City series is still up--it's a field that was sold to be turned into a housing development. The man whose family has farmed that land for years has sown different crops across it so that it resembles the impending development. The photograph is an aerial picture that illustrates in great detail what the development looks like. I saw it and thought about the land, its changing use, how it changes hands, and who cares for it.
Today I rode my bicycle out past Sacaton, to cheer on a friend who was riding in an MS-150 bicycle ride (100 miles today, 50 miles tomorrow). Interestingly, if I had ridden all the way to cheer at the finish line, it would have been the 50-mile mark for me for the ride from Tempe. Instead, our meeting point was at around 40 miles for me, 50 miles for him. The ride out and back covered one of my absolute favorite stretches of road from the Tempe-to-Tucson ride, where the road stretches out flat alongside the railroad track. I now have a lopsided sunburn to show for my 80 miles of effort.
One of the photographs from the New American City series is still up--it's a field that was sold to be turned into a housing development. The man whose family has farmed that land for years has sown different crops across it so that it resembles the impending development. The photograph is an aerial picture that illustrates in great detail what the development looks like. I saw it and thought about the land, its changing use, how it changes hands, and who cares for it.
Today I rode my bicycle out past Sacaton, to cheer on a friend who was riding in an MS-150 bicycle ride (100 miles today, 50 miles tomorrow). Interestingly, if I had ridden all the way to cheer at the finish line, it would have been the 50-mile mark for me for the ride from Tempe. Instead, our meeting point was at around 40 miles for me, 50 miles for him. The ride out and back covered one of my absolute favorite stretches of road from the Tempe-to-Tucson ride, where the road stretches out flat alongside the railroad track. I now have a lopsided sunburn to show for my 80 miles of effort.