Archive for the ‘Abakanowicz’ Category

02/11/2007

You would rust too.

The city bans dogs from Magdalena Abakanowicz’ Agora sculpture in Grant Park!

A month ago we brought you the first photos of rust or damage on the lowest parts of the sculptures. Now we learn dogs are doing their thing on the cast-iron. Is there a correlation? Is that art too? Should we put Duchamp’s “Fountain” in the park?

-E

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02/11/2007

You would rust too.

The city bans dogs from Magdalena Abakanowicz’ Agora sculpture in Grant Park!

A month ago we brought you the first photos of rust or damage on the lowest parts of the sculptures. Now we learn dogs are doing their thing on the cast-iron. Is there a correlation? Is that art too? Should we put Duchamp’s “Fountain” in the park?

-E

01/08/2007





Magdalena Abakanowicz’s sculpture, Agora, in Grant Park. Is it supposed to rust like that? I know it’s cast iron, but, it doesn’t look good. And it’s even running onto the concrete.

I’m told initial rusting like this is normal for iron and that it should stop, and that the cast iron will stabilize as brownish (with some red, but not bright red) surface.

This all reminds me that years ago, when Chicago was on the way down, we put up the Picasso statue, in Cor-Ten steel. Made to rust. As the city was doing. But now Chicago’s beaming and the Kapoor “bean” in radiant stainless steel is our symbol. So why this?

Maybe Claes Oldenburg should design to erect nearby,
a large enough tube of ?

Non-rusty thoughts on Abakanowicz’ gory ‘Agora’ by clicking here.

01/08/2007





Magdalena Abakanowicz’s sculpture, Agora, in Grant Park. Is it supposed to rust like that? I know it’s cast iron, but, it doesn’t look good. And it’s even running onto the concrete.

I’m told initial rusting like this is normal for iron and that it should stop, and that the cast iron will stabilize as brownish (with some red, but not bright red) surface.

This all reminds me that years ago, when Chicago was on the way down, we put up the Picasso statue, in Cor-Ten steel. Made to rust. As the city was doing. But now Chicago’s beaming and the Kapoor “bean” in radiant stainless steel is our symbol. So why this?

Maybe Claes Oldenburg should design to erect nearby,
a large enough tube of ?

Non-rusty thoughts on Abakanowicz’ gory ‘Agora’ by clicking here.

12/26/2006

More poetry about headless torsos

Inspired by Magdalena Abakanowicz’s “Agora,” newly unveiled in Chicago, we reminded you of TS Eliot’s, “We are the hollow men …

Now we post some
Carl Sandburg.
Born in Sandburg Village in 1878… That’s not true; but he did write these lines, about another headless sculpture ….

” And you left off the head here,
The skull found always crumbling neighbor of the ankles.”

Number 11 of Sandburg’s “Chicago Poems.”

We write much more on Agora here.

12/26/2006

More poetry about headless torsos

Inspired by Magdalena Abakanowicz’s “Agora,” newly unveiled in Chicago, we reminded you of TS Eliot’s, “We are the hollow men …

Now we post some
Carl Sandburg.
Born in Sandburg Village in 1878… That’s not true; but he did write these lines, about another headless sculpture ….

” And you left off the head here,
The skull found always crumbling neighbor of the ankles.”

Number 11 of Sandburg’s “Chicago Poems.”

We write much more on Agora here.

12/26/2006

More poetry about headless torsos

Inspired by Magdalena Abakanowicz’s “Agora,” newly unveiled in Chicago, we reminded you of TS Eliot’s, “We are the hollow men …

Now we post some
Carl Sandburg.
Born in Sandburg Village in 1878… That’s not true; but he did write these lines, about another headless sculpture ….

” And you left off the head here,
The skull found always crumbling neighbor of the ankles.”

Number 11 of Sandburg’s “Chicago Poems.”

We write much more on Agora here.

12/05/2006

Abakanowicz, Agora and ……… T.S. Eliot

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

read the poem here.

And a lot more about Agora, here.

12/05/2006

Abakanowicz, Agora and ……… T.S. Eliot

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

read the poem here.

And a lot more about Agora, here.

12/05/2006

Abakanowicz, Agora and ……… T.S. Eliot

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

read the poem here.

And a lot more about Agora, here.