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The temporary art of Andy Goldsworthy and others have inspired me for years. Over at teandoranges, I have a collection of zen and the art of stacking… which I will be revisiting here with more pictures behind the “final product”.
This piece (which revised itself - ahem - “fell over” numerous times) was from the morning-after Movies In The Park - Loring Park, Minneapolis - Summer 2009.
While I sat there stacking my bottle caps, I attracted the attention of police officers wanting to know what I was up to. I remember being peeved at them for interrupting my concentration.
I continue to practice this miniature concentration art though I don’t always have a camera handy.
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Allow me to give you a mini tour of one of my old haunts: the Original/Old Muddy Waters on 26th/Lyndale in Minneapolis. This was soon after a new (and fairly frequent) buff job… and aptly titled FUCK THE BUFF: toilet tags among my graffiti blog posts over at teandoranges. That’s a corner of Angela Carlson’s mosaic on the ceiling and floor.
-August 2008, Minneapolis-
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Yes… this is deliberate, and beautiful, graffiti and Yes… that is the remnants of a yellow HOTTEA yarn bomb installation above it! And yes… there is found art and additional tags nearby. A gem, a gallery - the JackPot - all in my back yard! June 2009 - Minneapolis Thank you to all involved!!!
Once upon a time, before my digital camera, I took photos and had them added to a CD-Rom which I then was able to email to people… say… in this case… Germany.
This picture is from February of 2006. David Nash’s Standing Frame is no longer a part of the Minneapolis Walker Sculpture Garden. Spoonbridge and Cherry by Claes Oldenburg and Coosja von Bruggen is very much still present.
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Hot4Jesus blog post includes portions of Jude Nutter’s poem with descriptions of heaven & god.
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Four A’s Four as For as Forays
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…The body is not the only / terror out of which we fashion salvation, but it is / the one loneliness about which we know nothing. / It’s why we make love, and dream / in pictures; it’s why we make art, ravenous / for prayers in our own likeness.
from -The Fourth Man- by Jude Nutter
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