some of the indigenous creatures i encountered this weekend
while visiting relatives in the smoky mountains

deer

dear

dearest

i’m sorry i haven’t been keeping the current events current. i’ve been doing most
of my updating in the “journal” section. but, what is happening right now is a show
at space 1026 in philadelphia called “spacing out.” kelie and sto at cinders curated it,
and there’s some really nice work in it. and i have an installation there called “my
father’s white spacesuit (scratch-made from his old shirts)”. it involves a bunch of
embroidered drawings on my dad’s shirts, and lots of drawing and bits of bits.

more images are viewable if you click the “journal” tab to the left.

the show runs through the end of the month.

here is another favorite detail from the installation at
space 1026, and some images of the other work in the show. (images
courtesy of the space 1026 website. more to see if you click
on their link.)

from “my father’s white spacesuit (scratch-made from his old shirts)”

kelie bowman’s playful tent and sto’s charming “my space, my things” installation

beautifully delicate meteor drawings by a beloved artist whose aka i can’t remember, and david horvitz’ “disappearing polaroids (fog)”

esther pearl watson’s heartful “nasa accident”

i’m having a leisurely day, without the burden of guilt over wasted
time or lost productivity. sometimes i wonder if this is why i knock
myself out for show – so that i can have a blissfully lazy
day or two where i can feel how soft the mattress is as i’m sleeping
on it, and hear the melody in the giggling of the little kids at the
laundromat. the yogurt tastes amazing, i’m happy that it’s raining,
i’m aware of the functioning of my senses, and aware of my
gratitude.

well, that didn’t last long. that was monday, today is
thursday and most of the shine was pretty well scraped
off by tuesday night.

nonetheless, here are images of the installation
that i was knocking myself out over and had me
in the post-partum delirium cited above. the piece
is part of a show that cinders curated at the
legendary space 1026 in philadelphia.

the piece was shaped in part by a tremendously sad
and beautiful poem by yehuda amichai called “my father in a white
space suit” (scroll almost to the bottom of the link)
here are some details of the installation:

this is one of my favorite parts. all of the embroidery
is done on my dad’s old shirts.

i was too self-absorbed to remember
to take photos of the other work in the show, but i will when
i go back to break it down. in the meantime, if you’re
anywhere near philadelphia, it’s a great gallery, and a
great show. and it’s only a block from an amazing
market that sells everything from amish pickles to raw
oysters. thanks for looking.
love,
george