sustenance: the maintaining of someone or something in life or existence

hey!  remember that sidewalk chalk?  of course you do, it was only a blog ago!  every time the rain washes them away, the colors are religiously replaced.  the walkway's already been three different patterns this week.

due to the mistake of forgetting my pb&j at broome, i finally ran into the elusive man behind it all.  he was a kinda skinny, scruffy looking dude, and didn't quite notice me when i stopped behind his hunched body for a second or two.  i told him i loved it, and he mumbled a quick "thanks."  i couldn't really make out a face from my height, any potential expression was hidden under his loose wool hat, but after i'd walked a few steps past, he looked up to shout a second "thank you!" at me.  if i catch him again, i'll ask him what it means.

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a soho resident's garbage is a student's treasure.

first, it was winged victory.  tonight, sarah spotted this mirror.  or perhaps, it spotted her and she took notice of it's parallel gaze.  we were just walking home from class and picked it up on mercer.  it was the first walk home in a while we decided it was okay not to get right back and work.  after sarah picked up the mirror, some invisible spark occurred and we took it, reflective face out, on a longwinded walk.  the fatigue of the day faded and the city was transformed as we caught stares and city lights in our magic mirror.  how strange to look at sarah, opposite myself, with the mirror against her chest and simultaneously see both her and the sights that lay before her.  how interesting to catch some people hold on to the image of their reflection for an extra second.  how beautiful to see epic aesthetics captured on a flat rectangle.

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here's allison wade at work:

it reminded me of a pre-wedding tradition in sikh/punjabi culture:

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mmmmm fresh, hot art!

yes, those frites are A-R-T.  at least i believe they are.  john bonafede sat outside, peeling each potato.  each skin became an elongated pixel, a stroke in a drawing.   each potato was crinkle cut and deep fried.  the altered potato was placed in paper trays (signed by the artist) and given away for free!  a medium was shaped to change it's texture and context - and ultimately, was consumed by the viewer.  when art leaves the aesthetic system and enters another, does it stop being art?  do the dimensions of the installation end in your stomach?!?

"Millions of people do not have sustenance to function properly.  While we hunger for good art others hunger for what can simply keep them alive... Please digest this reality as you enjoy this aesthetic morsel."

 - Bonafede

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now watching: my live video of mi viejo!

rrrrrratatatataatataaaaat is amazing.

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needle + syringe + sooks

i can give subcutaneous, intramuscular, and intradermal injections!!