Thursday, December 6, 2012
But loving having contact with Lara.
I wish Lara had been with me today when I had this roasted vegetable quinoa salad, although I had just put my fork in when I had to run out for a kid-related issue.
Later, I went out for exactly 30 minutes to see my friend's boyfriend play in this ambient chaos ensemble. Yes, that is a bicycle wheel.
Which reminds me:
I've been listening to Culture Shock 1913, a local NPR broadcast--which you can listen to if you click --on the impact of early modernism: the riot at the Rites of Spring, how uncomfortable Freud made everyone with his sexy talk, what a scandal Duchamp's Nude Descending a Staircase caused, among many other things. Two questions: How would have I reacted to it all? Would I have been living in New York?--Maybe in Greenwich Village, which was at the time scandalously bohemian. I like to think so. And I think about the fact that my grandma was alive in 1913 and four years old.
Can this kind of scandal be something I can recreate in my own tiny way? Like in my art?
Lara, is that dumb? Is anything artistically scandalous anymore?