Louise Bourgeois RIP

Louise Bourgeois
Louise Bourgeois & ‘Sleep II’


Louise at Chelsea home_2007

Louise Bourgeois has passed away at the age of 98.  She was amazing, unique, and always inspiring. If you haven’t seen the documentary, Louise Bourgeois: The Spider, The Mistress, and The Tangerine, you should.

There are many reasons to adore Louise. Two of them being her fierce independence and unflinching honesty.

The first time I heard about Louise and saw her sculptures was the 2002 Spider exhibit in Cleveland, OH. I wish I had taken pictures and paid more attention to their installation. They were beautiful and haunting on the dead streets of downtown Cleveland. They stuck with me in more ways than I realized.

“To Bourgeois, the relationship of one person to another or others is all important, and life has little value without it. This relationship, which she calls the toi et moi – or the ‘you and me’ – is usually experienced as suffering, yet it is the only thing worth living for.” – Louise Bourgeois: Drawings & Observations

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June 14, 2015 addition: louise bourgeois

 

conjoined

artist Lucia Dolci; found via new bodies

Manifestations of dichotomies and coding perspectives can be minefields in a culture that demands you don’t notice the wires.

I really like this praxis (and this blog!). I think we should practice the same discipline when we see racism, sexism, and classism. Imagine that possibility.

Getting stuck in the grind makes it hard to recognize that life is always around you.

January 1st is the prescribed time to make changes, June 1st is the time to assess that reality. The last few days of my Jesus year afford an opportunity to join those theories with the anticipation of what lies ahead.

You are right. It’s summer and we aren’t machines.

pattern recognition

she always gives this look; love or melancholy?
urban forest sun breaks
extreme modesty

week in recap:

A dream of violence against a midget who was after my box of pastries; translation: feelings of insignificance with fantasized empowerment.

Wealth and parody walk a fine line. Attending a day long meeting whose purpose was to inspire and champion the cause is exponentially more difficult to engage in as I learn more about philanthropy, funders, social justice, and nonprofits.  Peacocking wealth in a fabricated slum hut was probably the worst part of the spectacle followed closely by a professionally produced montage of employees set to the song, “Proud” (aka the Biggest Loser theme song). I was the only one in the crowd who understood the tragic irony.

Random street encounter results in confessions that were bold but true.

Cocooning can mean ready to pounce.

obsessions

artist: Lorena Vigil-Escalera, found via design work life
artist: Rob Mongomery, found via girlafraid
artist: Sarah Small, found via 1000 words photography

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Mother’s Day!  And even happier day to those of us who choose not to birth or be restricted by our wombs.

Gail Collins’ Op-Ed column in last week’s New York Times, What Every Girl Should Know, is a stark reminder of how precarious our happiness is and how we all need to be advocates for our choices, lest they be made for us.

Sometimes it feels like change is glacial.  Yet it’s only been 50 years that the birth control pill was approved by the FDA, 45 years since married women were prescribed the pill, 36 years since single women could gain access to the pill, and it’s only been 37 years since abortion was codified. It can seem like menstruating women are measuring time by trimesters and months.

We often forget that transforming the cultural landscape is a modern project of progress. We assume that we can map out all the complexities of change and have thousands of theories of action to document these assumptions.  But this is a project where constant change is the chorus and trying to interpret the illogical can become an obsession. What we choose to focus on and obsess over matters greatly because if change is the constant, you may find yourself looking back and not recognizing where you came from.