My mind is like a giant mirror reflecting the world back to me.
Reminds me of the Sky Mirror at Art Basel . A great big topsy turvy world. The reflection was inside out or upside down or somehow reality in an altered sense. It's true, the mirror, like the mind, can play some interesting tricks.
This is the beauty of distance. Sometimes I can see better from afar.
So it was nice being in France and Switzerland and Germany and seeing all that art and meeting all those people and doing all those things. Art Basel and documenta12- ying and yang. It felt rich and empty, artful and thoughtful, vibrant and somber. The gamut.
Back in Los Angeles - I can say it is nice to be here - although I was dispirited by the look of things driving home from the airport. So much trash everywhere. I thought we were picking it up? Maybe that's just a reflection of the fast lane. Easy come, easy go out the window. But let's exit from that train of thought.
I was going through my drawings from the trip, and my photos, and had that pang of loss that always comes after one of these big trips. It is as if I want to go back and relive all the moments, see everything again, and this time really look. I want more material for the memories, a closer inspection to feed my reflections. But a few sketches and quick pics will have to do for now. Here are some samples, chosen for no reason other than the lighting wasn't too bad, or maybe because of something deeper. Reflections I guess.
Oh yeah - the giant mirror drawing was from a room in a Rhine castle where I stayed after Kassel. Mirror, mirror on the wall...
Off to South America. Will send snaps from there.
(Descriptions top-bottom: Art Basel courtyard; , Wolfgang Laib; Julie Roberts; Robert Indiana; Albert Oehlen; Zilla Leutenegger; me at Museum Fridericianum in Kassel; Iole de Freitas)