The bouquet below was picked from the garden outside my room. The yellow dahlia is larger than the full span of my hand, and the lavender adds a delicious aroma. I don’t believe I have ever had a dahlia of my own before, although I have collected their names, when they are on show in San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park. My favorite name is “Skipley Moonglow.”
After dinner on Wednesday there was a full moon, and I headed out for a solo hike. It was so much fun just to run around in the woods alone, with my flashlight and ipod. I think music was essential because if I fixated on every bit of brush and twig crackling I probably would of been scared, but instead I listened to Andrew Bird, Black Mountain, and Brightblack Morning Light and stared up at the stars and the moon. Oh, and I also hassled this frog who lives in a old feed tub down by the barn. Poor guy, me with my camera, and s/he is just floating there enjoying a bit of moss.
On Thursday a few of the residents went into San Francisco to the MOMA for the Olafur Eliasson show. While I do like his work, I felt that the show was a bit truncated. Perhaps I am spoiled by the immensity of retrospectives in New York such as the Matthew Barney and Nam June Paik at the Guggenheim or Bill Viola at the Getty in Los Angeles. I enjoyed looking at the books about Eliasson but felt that the show did not do his work justice, the way that it was split up between floors and had a poor quality of “flow” from piece to piece.
But, on a positive note, I completely shrieked when I saw this piece across the street from the MOMA in Yerba Buena park. It is a similar sculpture to the one here at Djerassi by John Roloff. This is one of his Vanishing Ships, and me, saying goodbye before it completely disappears.
Art or nature, you decide. Looks a bit staged, but who am I to critique?
Full steam ahead for me with my work, time feels short, soon I return to Santa Monica.