PS1 had their Greater New York show
opening this sunday. Here's Ryan, Dan and Marc posing by one of
Ryan's prints. He had the back stairwell space, all the way from
the basement to the 4th floor (there are so many artists in the show
they have to use every available inch of wall space to fit everyone
in).
This is a
permanent installation at PS1 (not part of the greater ny show).
It's this room designed by James Turrell with a huge,
glass-less skylight cut out of the ceiling. The edges of it are
angled out so the seam between the sky and the inside is hard
to determine, meaning, it kind of looks like a luminous blue painting
on the ceiling. But then if you keep looking at it, you see the
clouds moving by or a bird, and the depth of the thing totally
changes. It seems hokey, but there is something so simple and
beautiful about it. And it makes for a weird vibe in the
room. All these flustered museum-goers, who have been running
around this cluttered, hot, overcrowded building all day are all
sitting or laying on the floor, looking at a square of the sky.
It's probably my favorite thing I have ever seen in a gallery or museum.
The City from
Long Island City.
And then, once
again, to "Every Day is like Sunday" Sway. After I took this
photo, one of the staff (that huge hand on the left) told me I wasn't
allowed to take photos in there. What? There are flashes
going off in there every two seconds. Why do people think it
necessary to try and enforce rules that are impossible to
enforce? If you are really going to enforce your rules, Mr. Hand,
you are going to have to kick out half the people here.
And so, since you're not going to do that, why bother even talking
about it? It just makes you look dumb. (plus you allow
smoking, which is actually illegal, so, WTF?)
Carrie's ring
looks cursed.
Will Lemon silk
screens patterns on his own face(?).
Wildman was
pooped.
Ryan serenading
Amy.
Amy told me that
sometimes, when she's out at things like this, she gets this line from
a Smog song on repeat in her head:
"Alone in my room I feel such a
warmth for the community But out on the
streets I feel like a
robot by the river Looking for a
drink"
"That's
kind of depressing," I said "but I feel like
that sometimes too."
We tried to cheer ourselves up by doing a little robot dance.
Then I said, "Oh yeah, 'Tiny Vices' is a Smog lyric too."
"I don't know that song," said Amy.
"Here it is" I said.
* * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * Hangman Blues
by Bill Callahan
Ha ha ha Ha ha ha
Life's a joke A waiting game
now. A juggling of
vices Tiny, tiny vices And they don't
anchor me To the ground I know who the
hangman is So life's a joke
Ha ha ha Ha ha ha
The clocks on
the wall Creeps higher. Save save Restraint
restraint. It's a joke And I know who
the hangman is
A ship in a vial A headstone on
the wharf And it will pin
me To the ground
Ha ha ha Ha ha ha
All the lights
look green So unbend Your toughest
smile I think we've got I think we've got I think we've got
