ARTIST DƏ ˈZHO͝OR: Maurizio Cattelan

A dream artist for my dream collection.

bold, irreverent work skewers social complacencies and reimagines cultural icons

"America" on view at the Guggenheim...FOREVER.

"America" on view at the Guggenheim...FOREVER.

a fully functional replica cast in 18-karat gold, making available to the public an extravagant luxury product seemingly intended for the 1 percent

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Ugh. What. A. Homie. and Evil Genius. 

Artist də ˈZHo͝or: Erin Lawlor

beyond images of form, direct forms of matter, whose form is internal

'Under the Bridge' 2016

'Under the Bridge' 2016

there is something not unlike fractals, of the micro or macrocosm, deliberately imprecise, but certainly very far from any form of geometric abstraction, and in which the reference to the organic remains tangible

Sway , 2016   Oil on canvas  35 2/5 × 27 3/5 in  90 × 70 cm

Sway, 2016

Oil on canvas

35 2/5 × 27 3/5 in

90 × 70 cm

     Little Warg , 2016   Oil on canvas  11 4/5 × 7 9/10 in  30 × 20 cm

 

Little Warg, 2016

Oil on canvas

11 4/5 × 7 9/10 in

30 × 20 cm

Artist də ˈZHo͝or: Ditte Gantriis

"Sincerity can be undercut at a moment’s notice, can you leave yourself vulnerable to the potential ridicule?"
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BODY & SOUL (baskets 2014-2015),LA VIDA LOCA (mural 2015)

Artist də ˈZHo͝or: Orion Martin

Absolutely Impossible not to see these remarkable objects in person. Actually. You shouldn't even look at the here. Well, look...and now make a calendar date to find out when and where his next exhibition is and go. Just go, No excuses. Not this time. There is no time. These are very urgent paintings. Be warned. Nay, be enlightened. 

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Dear Eczema,

Where were you? I went to the tarp like you said and I sat there for two hours. I got thirsty and went to get water. I left a note. I came back fifteen minutes later and waited another two hours.

I think I would have seen you coming or going when I got the water so I guess you just never showed up. What happened? What’s wrong? Where did you go? I am worried and afraid to call your house.

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Nothing happened. I never went to the tarp. I didn’t want to see you. I don’t ever want to see you. I can’t explain, there’s nothing for me to say. Please don’t contact me ever again. You don’t

Eczema Song

S.D.
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M.T.

Install View at Bodega,  New York, US

Install View at Bodega, New York, US

pure T'RAUMA

An indian summer gone awry. 

What are you trying to say to me universe? What could have possibly been so bad in India that I couldn't even leave the airport and be forced back on a 16-hour flight back to LA? Why?! Basically the equivalent of 4 round trips from LA to NYC back to back.

The choreography of this dance when like this: 

I handed the man at the custom's counter my printed e-Tourist Indian visa and passport. He scans it over, then gets up and leaves for about 10 minutes. Luckily for me, there wasn't a mosh of people in line or it probably would've been 100x more miserable of a process. The man was smiling and pretty calm, so I had no reason to worry at that moment. After a few minutes I decided to ask what was going on and if everything was alright. As easily as he could've said "Honeybee, your breakfast is ready", he said "you can't stay in India, you have to go back to your country".

What did he just say? 

You know when someone calls you to tell you that someone had just died and you get a shooting ZING in your brain? I got THAT feeling...and then immediately threw up. Not rockstar style at all. 

Isolated, confused, frustrated, sick to my stomach.

My visa was rejected and I needed to apply for a new one. The process would take 72 hours and I'd have to go back to the states to figure it out. 

 

I'm the kind of girl that never takes no for an answer...Because there is always a way. Somehow. I even tried to bribe those little masters of deception...nothing. I had run out of options and never felt so defeated. I had mentally and prepared myself for this journey of enlightenment for months. To get so far to be forced out before the magic even had a chance to happen completely blew my candle out. 

I boarded the flight with a handful of tears and a backpack full of protein bars.

When I boarded the plane, one of the flight attendants asked me, "how was your trip?!" Half inaudibly I  replied, "what trip?! I didn't even leave the airport!"

Her mouth dropped to the floor. I immediately started to cry again. She took my hand and brought me to the front of the plane to see if the other flight attendants had any advice. They were about to close the doors for take-off...I knew my options were limited. The only thing to do was to go downtown Toronto to the Indian Consulate and try and find a way, any way. 

I knew there wasn't much more that I could do besides go back to my seat. I started to walk to my seat in the back of the plane in between two Indian women. As I got halfway down, the main flight attendant grabbed my hand and took me back to the front of the plane. She pointed to an empty seat in business class and said, "there's your new seat, it's the least I can do". *Queue eye waterfalls. 

I love Canadians. They are incredible and Canada Air rules

I took one of my emergency Ambien and passed out for as long as possible.

Immediately after we landed in the US I texted my best friends that I was supposed to meet up with in Nepal, "you'll never guess what just happened". 

What else is there really to say than, "holy shit." or "no. you're kidding". No no babes, not even close to kidding. 

I will say that I've listened to Hot Chocolate's "Everyone's A Winner" 5 times in the last hour and a half...and it's making this wound feel a lot better. 

This entire experience has been surreal. Hard to believe. A living nightmare.  I guess this one just wasn't in the cards...I wonder what Mama Universe was trying to protect me from...

#india #travel #48hournightmare #whatjusthappened #massivelifelessons #redo

 

I wonder how the master of light and perception celebrates his birthday... James Turrell, call me!

 

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"We go outside and get into a movable shell and zip off to another place, and get out inside of another one. So it’s kind of musical chairs with these shells—the shell game—and these things that enclose us."

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James Turrell gave me a feeling, I feel like I owe him one too. In my first year of college, I went to visit his installation at Clairmont University and was never the same. My relationship to my environment went through a massive shift. I became insanely in tune with gravity, which is complicated in itself. There's this indescribable magnetism to a Turrell piece that almost hurts to talk about because it's so much about presence. At the time I considered myself a rigorous painter. Little did I know.......I love you James. DM me! ;)

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