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Another Bouncing Ball | Onward from Lynda Benglis: what is poured, puffed and curled on the floor
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Regina Hackett takes her Art to Go. Onward from Lynda Benglis: what is poured, puffed and curled on the floor. July 13, 2009. Carl Andre’s floor pieces. From the late 1960s are direct. Flat squares are in contact with flat ground. The way they appear to occupy the space above them is pure magic. Lynda Benglis’ are instead a kind of intrusion. They creep over, puddle and change the character of the floor, depriving it of its function as a common base for all. At the Seattle Art Museum. Not convicted and n...
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Mind the Gap (thea!): March 2008
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Mind the Gap (thea! If one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour – landing at the other end without a single hairpin in ones hair! Shot out at the feet of God entirely naked! Tumbling head over heels in the asphodel meadows like brown paper parcels pitched down a shoot in the post office! Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair, all so casual, all so haphazard." – Virginia Woolf. I'm trapped in a...
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Mind the Gap (thea!): the aristocrats of my ipod playlist :D
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Mind the Gap (thea! If one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour – landing at the other end without a single hairpin in ones hair! Shot out at the feet of God entirely naked! Tumbling head over heels in the asphodel meadows like brown paper parcels pitched down a shoot in the post office! Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair, all so casual, all so haphazard." – Virginia Woolf. They've made it ...
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Mind the Gap (thea!): May 2008
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Mind the Gap (thea! If one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour – landing at the other end without a single hairpin in ones hair! Shot out at the feet of God entirely naked! Tumbling head over heels in the asphodel meadows like brown paper parcels pitched down a shoot in the post office! Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair, all so casual, all so haphazard." – Virginia Woolf. Staffer. Emi...
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Mind the Gap (thea!): December 2007
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Mind the Gap (thea! If one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour – landing at the other end without a single hairpin in ones hair! Shot out at the feet of God entirely naked! Tumbling head over heels in the asphodel meadows like brown paper parcels pitched down a shoot in the post office! Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair, all so casual, all so haphazard." – Virginia Woolf. I guess my fears...
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Mind the Gap (thea!): June 2008
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Mind the Gap (thea! If one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour – landing at the other end without a single hairpin in ones hair! Shot out at the feet of God entirely naked! Tumbling head over heels in the asphodel meadows like brown paper parcels pitched down a shoot in the post office! Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair, all so casual, all so haphazard." – Virginia Woolf. Ants in the Pants.
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Mind the Gap (thea!): February 2008
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Mind the Gap (thea! If one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour – landing at the other end without a single hairpin in ones hair! Shot out at the feet of God entirely naked! Tumbling head over heels in the asphodel meadows like brown paper parcels pitched down a shoot in the post office! Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair, all so casual, all so haphazard." – Virginia Woolf. Oh My God Seattle.
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Mind the Gap (thea!): he went to how many countries?!?!?!
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Mind the Gap (thea! If one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour – landing at the other end without a single hairpin in ones hair! Shot out at the feet of God entirely naked! Tumbling head over heels in the asphodel meadows like brown paper parcels pitched down a shoot in the post office! Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair, all so casual, all so haphazard." – Virginia Woolf. Oh My God Seattle.
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Mind the Gap (thea!): January 2008
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Mind the Gap (thea! If one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour – landing at the other end without a single hairpin in ones hair! Shot out at the feet of God entirely naked! Tumbling head over heels in the asphodel meadows like brown paper parcels pitched down a shoot in the post office! Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair, all so casual, all so haphazard." – Virginia Woolf. 5:43 am – ...
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Mind the Gap (thea!): April 2008
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Mind the Gap (thea! If one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour – landing at the other end without a single hairpin in ones hair! Shot out at the feet of God entirely naked! Tumbling head over heels in the asphodel meadows like brown paper parcels pitched down a shoot in the post office! Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair, all so casual, all so haphazard." – Virginia Woolf. I like it. :D.