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donald lipski

She was swimming in material—text, images, video, interviews, notes, so many notes—but the form of the thing, how the project would come together, how it would take, eluded her. At one point she considered throwing everything against the wall, or rather, into some kind of mixed media installation. But who would give her the space to stage it?

gordon matta clark

“A Thomasson, Nobu explained, is a street artifact that has become useless and derelict because it no longer serves its original function. An outline of a window filled with concrete is a Thomasson.”

“Alice thought how sentimentality didn’t seem to compute in this industry town, an outlook she envied at times, but mostly she was relieved to have left the area, although she had to admit the restaurant scene was incredible thanks to the critical mass of Asian tech workers who now lived there.”

cupertino kids seen

landmarks mentioned that place the protagonist within a square mile of my home…..

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“like newborn kittens, their eyes still gummed shut and their ears not even properly sprouted, vulnerable to being drowned in a sack or left in a shoebox beneath a freeway underpass—and how, despite and because of all this, nothing quite gleams like a future project, forever the unspoiled crush-object seen from across the room.”

in many ways very much meant for me at this time. beating the allegations of shiny magpie syndrome? never. maybe the project is the shiny objects we collect along the way….

the artist and montano; an exercise in mirror or in attention.

“All saved face with the deus ex machina of the project.”

annie ernaux

ed ruscha but myrtle avenue.

“Her motivation for photographing the street wasn’t to make art. It was to shore her memory against forgetting, the outsized aggravation she felt when she couldn’t remember the name of the glum, antiseptic Polish restaurant that had preceded the gourmet burger spot that was now a Nepalese restaurant.”

bergson

there were only four working walk-in phone booths left in New York City.