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Things to enjoy at the Texas State Fair (from 2009)

Jonathan Horowitz at P.S.1

You must see this show!

It's called And/Or and you've got until September 14th to check it out.

It's perhaps the best show I've seen at P.S.1 since Jon Kessler's haunting, beautiful, and pertinent The Palace at 4am back in 2005/2006.

Once I get back to see it again I'll write some remarks... but I wanted to give a heads up.

Movement

Soho 06/04/09

If you've ever lived in or visited New York you've probably noticed how the pace is super quick. The city seems to be stuck in fast-forward. At first this really bothered me. I felt I couldn't rest - couldn't just stop for a minute to remember what I was moving for in the first place. As time goes by I take comfort in the non-stop motion. It helps me to remember that life continues as long as I am alive. I must keep moving forward or risk getting stuck where I am.

As I was riding my bike home from work today - I was flying down the 59th Street bridge into Queens and for a minute I thought I must be going faster than New York. Yet instead of the sensation of speed and movement it seemed as if I was stuck in a gelatinous wholeness: like I was going exactly the same speed as the city itself, therefore making it appear to be perfectly still.

The experience was really pretty beautiful however it was also rather stifling. If New York was perfectly still I would feel like a chunk of canned fruit in that Jello Salad they have at Luby's. What I mean to say is that if it didn't move away from or towards me, it would weigh down on me constantly. Instead, in the breezing by of taxis and commuters there is a wind that makes it possible to breathe, to move, to continue.

Soho 06/04/09

New York

Tribeca 06/09/09

We are looking at the sky.

Coney Island 07/03/2009

This morning I woke up and ate some blueberry pie. A fly just landed on my hand. There is something wrong with the world?

Everybody says so.

Some speak about art with the frilliest, hugest, most bland sounding words that it seems the art has gotten too big for it's trousers and is busting out of them trying to fill all of the voids in the world. Many will flaunt erudition at the expense of an artists exploration.

My opinion (yes, an opinion) is that when we or they or whoever makes what whoever or they or we deem art it is not in attempt to fill any void, but for that void which is the unquenchable desire to produce something. Instead, it is in attempt to reach into the void surrounding everything; the well of possibility, faith, doubt, love, death and all of the other insurmountable dilemmas of the human condition, and from this well to draw some little truth. Then the little truth is displayed and viewers may respond with "I understand" or "I don't get it" or "Twiddle dee Dee" or "Praise God!"

It is not to assert.

It is to ponder.

Being famous is not recommended as it may cause lack of time and insert a false sense of purpose and identity.

As if we have any control.

Think of it:

You wear a suit and tie

You read the New York Times

You eat sushi regularly

You frequent museums

Are you...

• An intelligent person?
• A faggot?
• Un étudiant?
• A New Yorker?
• A lesbian?
• An asshole?
• Somebody's boss?
• A snob?

Depends on who you ask.