We camped out at the south end of the Flagg Ranch Resort and these are our views. At first the camping attendant wanted to put us near the office and I asked for something a little further away. The crowded little campground had rangers driving through all night, probably making sure people weren't being eaten by leaving PBJ sandwiches out on the tables for the marauding bears.
This shot is from the road leading from Jardine to Gardiner, looking SW.
Susan worked hard at getting the video shots. She had to keep in mind to keep away from the back of the cattle cause one good kick and it's all over.
In spite of an ecumenical effort, they inexorably bar-hopped Bedford Avenue.
Those spooky mothers just kept coming.
Steve Buscemi showed up about an hour into our celebration. He had a meeting and so he needed to split after a short time.
Getting ready to be picked up by the Wondermare Blimp.
The exhibition uses as its setting the story of Alice in Wonderland precisely because it contains anecdotes about the rites of passage into adulthood. The tale consistently resists an easily defined linear structure and at the same time confronts the confusing and often nonsensical rituals that we must travel through in order to obtain a civilized or adult persona in the world we see through our looking glass.
Immersed in an eight-screen video landscape, gallery visitors will feel compelled to address the parts of themselves that are hidden, repressed and denied. As an interactive exhibition, the show creates the opportunity for a psychological rebooting or do over, where visitors will have another chance at addressing their own rights of cultural passage that they may or may not have gotten right the first time around.
Vignettes
On the way to Asya's I had to get a photo of Susan and Rick in front of the emergency knocking down of these 5 story buildings at 14th and 7th Aves. The middle retaining wall between the two building began to buckle out towards the street just days before. There is a man up in the yellow/orange box knocking off 50 to 200 1b chunks of brick and concrete.
I don't know who scribbled this all over Asya's mirror but it was unnerving for me. I think it was high art and isn't that what great art does, take us out of our comfort zones? I liked Norman Mailer's take on Picasso's blue period. Even though the pictures are sad and filled with despair they command the highest prices. Mailer believed that for those who could afford them, having a blind beggar on their walls gave them balance, grounded them in an earthly existence; it showed them a part of life they would never experience.
