The Silversmith, Room 404, Chicago, Illinois
The universe has no intention, but sometimes it seems to have one.
Just after having met a woman who teaches English Columbia College Chicago, an art school, I walk past what I presume is an exhibit of student work treated text as image. But also as word.
I wouldn't have used the word "type" in the title of this exhibit, given this tiny but effect little corner-bound text.
The sight of text is sign, and as sign it can move (or fail to).
Almost returned to the 1970s with this piece, which resembles Kriwet's rundscheibe, but this is a spiral. Nicely designed, though easier to do now than in the 1970s, though ease doesn't lessen the value of the work.
Before I left, and around the corner, I found these now-drunken flamingos under this twice-drunken text.
Then walked through the cold.
ecr. l'inf.
Published on February 24, 2011 20:59