Thursday, October 16, 2003

Two interesting stranger encounters.
While minding my own business.
That completely goes sans saying.

1. Writing an article about NYC shopping for the shinyhappy Middling City mag and let me tell you, it's going to be brilliant. It practically is now.
So, meandering along my concept I wander into ABC House and Whatever the hell it's called. I jotted it down, lest you think I'm a journalistic slacker. So I find, amid the bazaarness of it all, a new, brand new, boutique. Michal whatzername, Israeli designer of excellent jewelry and housewares and a few clothing items. Her man behind the counter was just oso charming, an Israeli Queen. So I buy this Michal's cd, impressed that she is such a super polymath, and IQ boxes and bags it for me. Then he informs me that I have great energy. I tell him he has a great nose, that I'm a purveyor of noses. And that is true. And that was also true, too.

2. So just before meeting the Israeli Queen I am walking through Union Square when I spy an absolute fine specimen of a man. A man with mystique, perfect for my upcoming video project. I think wow and he wanders away. I turn to see where he went as he's instantly haunted my head and *ppooff* he really is gone like a ghost on the day after All Soul's Day, the day after Halloween. So then I'm eating a sandwich. Jump cut to the sandwich eating moment. Suddenly there goes Mr. Mystique past the window. Taking this as a Zen moment of good fortune I abandon the last of my late lunch and follow him down the side street. I watch him watching things and then hopped on opportunity: Wannabeinavideo?Everactedbefore?NoI'mnotstalkingyou?
His name? John Kennedy. And that's not a lie. He's a Brit. He'll pair well with the girl I've earmarked as my girl protag.

Serendipitous Love.

Tuesday, October 14, 2003

Yesterday traipsed, and I mean traipsed, out to Dia:Beacon in Beacon! Beacon! Beacon! Beacon Beacon! (as the Metro North conductor shouted into the ontrain p.a.), NY with fellow Parsons geniuses: Beth, Philip and Vanessa.
We are currently studying systems in our online "course" and lo and freakin' behold there in our art-seeking midst were works by conceptual system makers Sol LeWitt. I had read about the Richard Serra torqued ellipses there and was ravenous to experience them.
It was like my Belgian workhorse experience: as they got closer, or me to them, they got larger in size, not scale, as Serra says.
The torqued ellipses are four systematic sculptures constructed of three inch thick slabs of steel which is interactive. Each of the four pieces can be entered and #3 there is a double ellipse so you make your way to the center of it via a steely corridor where above the average human's head is about fifteen feet of brown steel ellipse. As the sun comes through the former factory industrial windows light and shadow make the steel, with its own random markings, even more beautiful.
Art, ever surprising.
Grad school, ever challenging.
Coffee, ever needed.
Love.