The death of Christo

The Atlantic. (2020, June 1). Photos: The Works of Christo https://www.theatlantic.com/photo/2020/06/photos-works-of-christo/612484/.

OK I'll admit it. I haven't been posting much here. I am a pop artist. I have a fairly active rate of production, but I don't put it all on my pop site because I don't really like how the blog presents it. I put a lot more on Facebook, or on Twitter.

This site is about my awareness of being a pop artist. In that regard, a guy like Christo is my hero. I'm not crazy about everything he does. But he went for the big potato, and he got it. The world is aware of him. He did art on a grand scale.

It was kind of sad, how it all ended. He had a great building in SoHo. Everyone stopped going out. As a place to be trapped, there was probably no better place, for him. But he reminded me of all my friends in New York. They live in the cosmopolitan center of the world, with fabulous interesting people everywhere, and they can't go out, can't talk to people.

I'm out in the country in a place where it hadn't rained for three months until just briefly yesterday. Now everything smells great and there's this cool air as the grasses breathe and everything comes alive. This by the way is normal, as far as I can tell; it's not extreme drought, it's just the dry season. We have one more month of dry season. The "monsoon" starts in July.

I've got a fascination with an old collection of Barbie dolls that are painted up, tattoes, messy. Their hair has never been combed. I want to line them up with an eight ball and with an old Campbell's soup-can cup.

That's a report; that's what I'm up to. I'll keep you posted.