I just stepped out of a dirty, moderately inoperable automobile. It belongs to me. On a scale of one to ten, with ten being “great”, I rank myself a three on car-maintenance.
In the end, it seems you really cause all things in your life to have one of two results: to thrive or to die.
The home you live in, the relationships you keep, and the material goods that surround you–whether big or small–are moving toward one direction or another. They’re being revitalized, organized, cared for and cleaned, or they’re deteriorating, languishing, and headed toward deterioration.
Person of the Week | Gregory Michael Hernandez | Visual Artist
Below: Replica of the Opto-Isolator | March 2012
Exhibited at Roberts & Tilton for the group show “In The Making”
My pet, Bertrand, spent a good 10 minutes on my lap this morning. He didn’t posture himself to improve his appearance, and he didn’t apologize for any aspect of the situation. He was a resolute recipient of my kindness. This love was given freely, and he took it without apology.
How often do you receive unconditional love for all it’s worth–(emphasis on the receive)?
To do so requires two important factors, of course. The first is unconditional love, which is not easy to come by. The second is the willingness to accept it, without posturing or assessing your own condition.
Person of the Week | Haley Roemen, Brand Editor, Wardrobe Stylist, Fitting Model
Reading the Wikipedia article of a relatively well-known actor, I noticed a line about an incident that occurred near the end of his life. After 45 years of marriage to his first wife, over 100 films, a series of significant television roles and 10 years of marriage to his second wife, he was arrested in Los Angeles at 92 years old for domestic violence–spousal abuse.
It’s remarkable to me that this event might not matter very much to history or how he’s remembered, even though his wife incurred multiple injuries. While none of us wants to have our dirty laundry aired or drudged up, this incident was entirely omitted by a significant news agency upon his death several years ago. One person likened it to “sanitizing” his obituary, suggesting also that humans tend to want to remember their heroes as heroes and no less.
Which moments in our lives will we be remembered by? What do our closest loved ones feel about us, aside from any public recognition we might have?
I am told there are blizzards so severe in the Midwest and parts of Canada, that farmers are warned to tie a rope from the back door of their house to their barn in order to find their way home. Tragically, farmers have reportedly died in their own back yards, wandering in circles in extremely blinding conditions, unable to find their way back home. It’s a truly horrendous thought to imagine such an ending…so near to the doorstep, yet without direction.
I can’t help but wonder, metaphorically speaking, about the ropes we fail to tie to our own back doors. When blinding storms come into our lives, have we made adequate plans to find our way back to our source?
Person of the Week | Catherine Opie, Photographer
Untitled #9 (Icehouses), 2001, chromogenic print, courtesy Regen Projects, Los Angeles
Untitled #3 (Icehouses), 2001, chromogenic print, 40 x 50″, edition of 5, courtesy Regen Projects, Los Angeles
Untitled #11 (Icehouses), 2001, courtesy Regen Projects, Los Angeles