Monday 31 July 2023


 31.07.23

Even within THIS immense human community is it a practice to put a cat on it. 

Sunday 30 July 2023

30.07.23

A landmark of sorts. Wandering through the labyrinth of colonial webbing this odd structure marked “close-by.” At night it was lit as an installation and housed the attendants who allotted parking to ensure a full ledger. There is a distinct quality to the manner in which the pixels are played in blue.
 

Saturday 29 July 2023




 29.07.23

Order defied, the typology of numbered walls is varied. Options prevail. The city, deeply defined by geography, climate, and colonial tradition, celebrates the wall as a defining edge. These walls are cellular membranes that preclude osmosis. Features include mail slots, intercom, two way mirrors, two-tone, and botanical drapery. Our preference is for hanging overgrowth such as jasmine in cascade.

Friday 28 July 2023


28.07.23

Juan O’Gorman designed bridged studios for Diego and Frida. Remarkable spaces for work and wonder. The largesse of him stood in stark contrast to the diminutive stature of her. The scale of his bed defied comprehension for comfort. Curatorial considerations led to the positioning of his shoes, suitcase, and bedpans just so. 

Thursday 27 July 2023


27.07.23

Volumes have filled shelves. Water and the Mexica. Pilings into lake beds. Mud daubed into fertile plinths. A capital without rivals and yet deathly allergic to gunpowder, iron, and equestrian assaults. What water is left is pooled on the edges or drained away into some unseen slurry from which grass is greened and IKEA houseplants grow to their full capacity. Not unlike the Romans, engineers supply refreshment to the countless millions by drawing from distant mountain reservoirs. (Not at ease with the blur - technology at times disappoints.)

Wednesday 26 July 2023

 




26.07.23

We entered the garden after negotiating admission and purpose. The watercolour artists hung their work on the walls with the aid of the curatorial staff. Death reflected onto the past while looking forward. Woven sentiments rolled about until settled into their new order. The life-sized labours of the working multitudes were cast into permanent toil. This is a culture that begins and ends each day with a cleansing. The domestic arts and sciences of pride and necessity. 

Tuesday 25 July 2023



 25.07.23

The codex and the crucifix. Each representing a version of mystical depth and intrigue. Attention is drawn to the obscure linkages that connect and contrast the two realms. Immense value is attached to sacrifice. In one the sacrifice is communal and deeply real, while in the other it is symbolic, emphasizing the individual. Overcoming and appeasing are persistent themes. Bleeding is dramatic. Only the Virgin del Carmen arrangement includes a version of some plastic quadruped. 

Monday 24 July 2023



24.07.23

During our first outing in CDMX we seek to arrange our bearings. This is a city that embraces the car, with some nostalgia for the past. The Renault Dauphine was only produced from 1956-67 as an elegant, economical choice for the French middle-classes. As it turned out, it went out of fashion only months before the Paris riots of 1968. It is likely that Guy Debord himself sat in the driver seat of more than one version. In any case, this particular Dauphine lies at rest in Coyoacan, the site of an Aztec village where cathedrals were built by the Spaniards over the graves of ancient warriors. Cortez allegedly lived with his mistress in a nearby casa. 
 

Sunday 23 July 2023




 23.07.23

Aerial photographs impress yet confound. I am reminded of 1970’s television viewing. A certain program tracked terrestrial markings such as crop circles, desire lines etched into fields, and the impressions of lost foundations. There is no experience quite like flying. Childlike wonder and terror in equal measure. Hovering over the Sonoran Desert - somewhere.

Saturday 22 July 2023

22.07.23

The horizon, here presented as a cropped segment in spectral wonder. This perspective dazzles and distorts the islands floating below. Haphazardly the dots named after long-lost Iberian sailors bob and weave to the tune of some forgotten Cumbian jig.