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