Archive for September, 2006

09/11/2006

I hope they paid “Massive Change” for this !

A corporate logo on the steps of the museum!

A corporate sponsor of ” Massive Change ” and of Chicago’s Museum of Contemporary Art, pays enough change that they get to plaster their logo on the steps of the museum!

See the Targets? Hang our heads. It is a massive change.

Remember when museum steps were dignified journeys up to the knowledge “on top of the hill”?

-E

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09/11/2006

I hope they paid “Massive Change” for this !

A corporate logo on the steps of the museum!

A corporate sponsor of ” Massive Change ” and of Chicago’s Museum of Contemporary Art, pays enough change that they get to plaster their logo on the steps of the museum!

See the Targets? Hang our heads. It is a massive change.

Remember when museum steps were dignified journeys up to the knowledge “on top of the hill”?

-E

09/03/2006

Mr. Sullivan, thank you for your gifts.

Walking around today on this, Louis Sullivan’s 150th birthday.

I ducked into his

to say hello.

Carson’s department store entrance looks like the entryway to a modern middle ages cathedral, doesn’t it?

The light through those quatrefoil shaped windows above, changed my mood.
Took me on a trip, at least to France, if not beyond.
Like the German expression, I felt as comfortable “as G-d in France!”

I looked through the glass and felt the generations of urbanistic thought filtered through one artist – Louis Sullivan. His French ancestry came through, as did the nature-based spirit of his contemporaries from Transcendentalist New England.

Blues and yellows penetrated the glass,
the ornament was alive and curved sinuously, like

Jane Avril dancing at the Moulin Rouge

I danced, back outside, to State Street.
Chicago in the late summer air
but only along Louis Sullivan’s building,

felt very Parisian. State Street, ‘Boulevard de l’Etat’.

A street musician blew jazz into the air.
The notes swirled around Louis’ facade.

I gave him a dollar, and asked him to play ‘Happy Birthday.’

-Edoardo

09/03/2006

Mr. Sullivan, thank you for your gifts.

Walking around today on this, Louis Sullivan’s 150th birthday.

I ducked into his

to say hello.

Carson’s department store entrance looks like the entryway to a modern middle ages cathedral, doesn’t it?

The light through those quatrefoil shaped windows above, changed my mood.
Took me on a trip, at least to France, if not beyond.
Like the German expression, I felt as comfortable “as G-d in France!”

I looked through the glass and felt the generations of urbanistic thought filtered through one artist – Louis Sullivan. His French ancestry came through, as did the nature-based spirit of his contemporaries from Transcendentalist New England.

Blues and yellows penetrated the glass,
the ornament was alive and curved sinuously, like

Jane Avril dancing at the Moulin Rouge

I danced, back outside, to State Street.
Chicago in the late summer air
but only along Louis Sullivan’s building,

felt very Parisian. State Street, ‘Boulevard de l’Etat’.

A street musician blew jazz into the air.
The notes swirled around Louis’ facade.

I gave him a dollar, and asked him to play ‘Happy Birthday.’

-Edoardo