My prior cell phone, an LG, could store 20 photos. My iPhone can store, what, tens of thousands? Here are four from 2008.
1. First up, a photo that could be titled “Museum Dog.” A couple of years ago, while visiting the Getty Museum in LA, I saw a woman on a Segway roaming through the galleries. From time to time she would pivot and halt in front of a painting that caught her eye. I said to myself, “Now this is a museum with an enlightened admission policy; they’d never allow that back East.” Well, here’s evidence that when it comes to disabled visitors, the Corcoran Gallery of Art in DC does “enlightened admissions policies” just as well.
2. Although probably not as museum-worthy as a Klee or Miro, the bold, primitive rendering below has, I believe, an equal claim to be trimmed with an explanatory label, like this:
“Figure with Small Companion, created 2008, anonymous child artist, colored chalks on concrete, approx. 36 by 36 in. (destroyed 2008, by rain).”
3. Moving on to sculpture, in October I myself took a stab at carving Dick Cheney as a Halloween pumpkin.
The day after his first night on the porch, Cheney suffered a cruel fate: extraordinary rendition into the paws of ravenous squirrels. Nibbled beyond repair, he had to be put down.
4. Lastly, a photo of a parking garage at night. In the corner rests a seductive red sports car, as if awaiting the start of her starring role in a film noir.