I go to a lot of exhibitions, and lately I've been feeling like a need a break. There's only so much art you can look at before getting bored, getting jaded, or accidentally borrowing things you like without realizing it. Too much looking can start to wear away at your senses, and the way that your gut reacts to things.
This time of year always makes me want to drive endlessly, wearing a loose tank top and a skirt and the wind in my hair, and ice cream, and pick-up trucks, and just wandering into nowhere sunny and warm. I think that's how I reeducate my gut, that soaking in of life instead of contained life, which I think is a big part of what art does.
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| At City Limits last fall I think? |
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| Chris Ofili at the Venice Biennale |
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| Artist whose name I can't find at the Venice Biennale |
