I was doing some Olafur Eliasson research and found this article briefly describing his Icelandic glacier ice exhibition and the words used to describe the pieces of ice brought to New York by Ned Beauman caught my attention. He described these chunks of ice as “individual and real and lost.” But why lost?
Just because they’ve been displaced, just because they’re not where they should be naturally, just because their home is temporary and their environment hostile to their constitution. They’re not lost, these ice chunks have been found.
“Individual and real and found”
My most liked photograph to date from (Instagram/Wordpress/EyeEm) with 40 likes (on EyeEm mostly by girls)…. the design must have spoken to the Zeitgeist of the feminine teen… or were my hashtags simply optimal. In this photograph, my ‘photography” had a minimal role.
May 20, 2014 (iPhone 5s)
Never went in because it was 7 euros but their Wunderkammer Olbricht (cabinet of wonders curated to perfection) made it worth it.
Nothing like looking at the creatures that will eventually consume you to help alleviate the sorrows of love’s loss.
Damn good representation of some baloney sandwiches.
May 8, 2014 (iPhone 5s)
With a view of the old town of Dubrovnik and the sea, this was one of the most beautiful contemporary art museums I have visited. Most of the floors are dedicated to contemporary Dubrovnik area artists with some 19th and 20th art.
Frano Krsinic Mother’s play 1965
I bought art from this kid Ruben Valentin Schmidt. I paid 16 euros for the work below. He played artist, I played art buyer, and his grandmother offered the punchline at the end.
I saw him drawing in his grown-up professor clothes and thought he was the best thing I had seen at the entire fair. His little gallery/studio was in a small back section and his mother was asking him if he wanted some lunch. He ignored her and kept drawing. I asked her about the drawings on the wall and she explained they were all his and why not. His parents owned a gallery in Berlin. Many of his drawings were of this cathedral in Kiev, Ukraine. His mother explained little Ruben saw it for the first time when he was six and has been drawing it ever since. I kept wondering if that was his beer on the table.
As I was leaving with my purchase in hand, I finally saw his grandmother sitting behind me the whole time, as we smiled at each other and I passed by, she said in perfect English “You never know. . .”
I went back to Preview Berlin in 2013 and saw little Ruben had moved on to another building.