Isa Genzken’s jacket is killing me. It is the best. ("My Work Is Very Difficult to Understand")
So into these “carve drawings” right now. I’m in love with my new dremel. It’s like physical doodling that smells great.
So Ryan Travis Christan asked me to contribute to his mural behind Western Exhibitions. Happy to share a wall with him and other rad contributors: Josh Reames, Adam Scott, Geoffrey Todd Smith, Peter Skvara, Jose Lerma, and Cody Hudson. Excited to see how it evolves as more great people add to it.
Kept telling myself “keep it simple, stupid” and thought of my favorite Chicago murals in my neighborhood: 1. Bernard Williams’ mural at Divison and Damen, and 2. the shake on the mural for Odge’s Hot Dogs
About a year ago I went back to the school I graduated from to check out some books with my alumni card. The librarian mistook me for a recent graduate. “Congratulations!” he said.
"Oh, I actually graduated a couple of years ago," I corrected him.
"Oh. Did you get an art related job?" he asked.
"I work in a record store."
I remember feeling weird and angered by his look of pity. And as I was sitting on the train to go back to my apartment, some old stranger sitting next to me saw some of the big art books on my lap.
"Who’s Alvar Aalto?" he asked, reading the spine.
"Oh, um, he’s this Finnish designer. I’m applying to go abroad and do some research on him," I said.
Then this voice chimed in, out of nowhere, from behind me. “I LOVE him.”
I turned around. It was a well dressed business man with a briefcase. He started to tell me about his favorite design of his, Aalto’s tea cart. He told me about Finnish saunas.
Another woman, across from me, told us about her recent visit to Helsinki. “Oh my god, it is so beautiful there.”
And so it was the old man, the business man, the woman, and me talking. It was one of those strange magical moments where for a second the world seems so kind. The business man gave me his card as I got off at my stop, something about how he likes to support the arts.
Today I was thinking about this when I was walking home from work. I live a 30 minute walk from the record store. It was a full day. I played the new Yoko Ono album over the stereo, hearing it for the first time. It sounded great. Some guy asked what it was, and bought it on the spot. We had all sorts of our usual customers—all walks of life. I looked at record collections people brought in to sell. Looked at scratches, looked at catalogue numbers, looked at pressing dates, looked at inserts, looked at album art, looked at posters. Talked to old people, young people, poor people, rich people, people with disabilities. I talked with my co-workers, who are my friends. For my turn on the stereo I played “Who is William Onyeabor?” and Dark’s “Round the Edges”.
And I was walking home, and I was just really happy, thinking about a good day. I was tired from a 10 hour day but I was buzzing from sensory overload: all of the music, people, conversation, artwork, objects, and just the plain history embedded into each and every one of these things. And this idea that I would never learn it all, that there was always something new to discover and that each day, I could never guess who would come in, or what would be brought in, or what I would discover. That the job itself was constantly evolving, that the rhythm made for such incredible moments that I would love to write about, but it can’t be explained, or they have to be respected, and the people respected.
And I thought about how much I loved making art, and how much I loved working in a record store, and how much I loved playing records loud in a bar. And how much I loved seeing live music, and how much I loved seeing art. And how much I loved meeting people that were constantly altering how I saw the world, and changing what I thought was possible. And jesus, the stories people tell, especially of Chicago, it’s incredible.
And its all so fucking art related, it’s not even funny.
The RECKLESS WOMEN are DJ’ing at the Hideout, Nov. 15th. It’s FAKE LIMBS’ record release show! Also playing, JACK BUCK and THE CELL PHONES. It’s going to be sooooooo good. Also, I am obsessed with this poster by Ryan Duggan. It’s perfect!
One of my favorite moments from art school was going through the art institute with my figure drawing teacher. This guy was seriously old school. BIG time. He also was super grumpy. I liked him a lot. So we were all walking around the museum, and he is hating on every single painting. Literally cursing out paintings. Like, the best stuff! We stop at this painting (Goya “Boy on a Ram”) and he’s just standing there for a little while.
"Now, this is good.”
What do you like about it?
"What’s not to like?"
excellent sweaters/colors of beth’s fall fashions