I don’t know really what else to say besides the fact that I actually was cooking, not doing feminist performance art (though one could argue that because we are always performing our genders and because I identify as a feminist the way I move through my days is always feminist performance art… maybe).
“Winning a bike race”
I tried to hoist my bike over my head in jubilition, but I didn’t quite get there. The badage on my hand is from tripping on the sidewalk after watching a Shoalin Kung-Fu documentary. Lesson: don’t try to imitate Kung-Fu masters while skipping down the uneven, sloping sidwalk in the dark.
LJ “winning a bike race”
LJ looks like the totaly awesome tough girl she is after I instructed her to act like she was “winning a bike race.”
Under the Verazzano
Robert Moses was a complete asshole, there’s no question, but seen from below (or anywhere, really) the Verazzano Narrows bridge is a pretty awesome feat of architecture. Whenever I’ve crossed it I always get short of breath because I’m up so high. This was taken from a bike path around the edges of Bay Ridge in Brooklyn. It’s places like this that always remind me how huge NYC is and how many different kinds of places are within the city.
Last Summer Days in Sunset Park
Taking advantage of all the sun I can to read (or do “pushups for my brain” as I said to Lauren) before the weather gets to cold and I have to retreat into Gorilla coffee for hours.
Awesome Noguchi Sculptures
These sculptures were also some of my favorites in a completely different way then Noguchi’s rougher more “natural” stones that were in the sculpture garden. They almost remind me of the characters in Miro’s paintings. They have so much character and life and feeling in them.
Inside Noguchi Museum
Again, a really nice space. And a stone ring, how crazy is that?
Noguchi Fountain
Last weekend my parents came for a visit and we went to the Noguchi Museum in Long Island City, Queens. This is an awesome little museum tucked in a semi-industrial zone. It’s where Noguchi used to work and he planned the garden (I believe…). It’s really reflective to be there. This was one of my favorite pieces (my mom’s too)… I love how the water forms the thinned skim on the stone and reflects the trees and sky. I like how it combins the hard corners of stone with the deep, calming qualities of running water.
Long Island City Warehouses
Since I love industrial spaces and muted colors, this seemed perfect.
Punky Red
I’ve noticed that I must follow in my mother’s footsteps, wanting to take pictures of plants (she’s a landscape architecht and avid gardener). However, I just loved that this flower’s name was “Punky Red.” It reminds me of dying my hair pink when I was 18 or so (which was actually this kind of color) with Manic Panic and then it coming off on my pillow and shirt collar.
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