My husband whisked me away on a suprise trip to Chicago for our 10th anniversary, last weekend. That’s right, I said whisked. One of the many kitchen tools, I am not familiar with. We went to the Museum of Contemporary Art and ate at Puck’s restaurant there. Oh my. Too much good food, too much good art. Is there such a thing?
When I first walked into the Matta-Clark exhibit, I was so tired and disoriented and I first stared at this piece and I thought to myself, in my snotty inner voice, “Oh, that’s been DONE before.”
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Then my eyes started to focus. Oh, Dear Goddess in Heaven Above, I realized this was the before, GORDON MATTA-CLARK! I should probably learn to read signs one of these days. It was unbelievable. I am still in awe. All the documentation, and handwriting, and letters, and film, it was really overwhelming. But in a good way. So sad, that man died at 35, and left us such a huge body of work. Imagine how big it could have been. Damn you, pancreatic cancer!

This exhibit was so needed to clean my soul. When I first wake up, I always have stared at the ceiling thinking about removing pieces of the floor, foundation, etc. When I was little, I liked to hang upside down on the sofa, and think about how cool it would be if the house was upside down. It would be MUCH cleaner, too. I still think about these things, and when I see an Artist that justs hits the mark, it makes me feel a little less isolated in my thinking. I have learned not to care what others think of me, but I never became comfortable with the idea that others don’t think LIKE me. And living in a bland-Walmart society, it becomes a lonely group, that thinks beyond that green paper that makes everyone bitchy! YOU ARE THE MEASURE!