Wednesday, November 17, 2010


When I was a kid we were always driving by marshes. We could see them from the car as we zoomed by from the highway. There was this one that, in summer, was covered with a thick green algae. Every time we drove by my brother and I would yell: "Sliiiiiimmmmee Piiiiiiiiittttttt!"!!!!!! It was one of the highlights of our young lives. -- I pass by this lot (the one pictured) fairly often. When it's too late to take BART or I just feel like walking home. There are these amazing islands of tall grass that grow out from the cement, they remind me of cattails. I guess this is my urban marsh. I'm sure it will be developed soon, but till then, I'll always enjoy looking down into it from the street... a little wild wasteland in a highrise jungle.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Found: Elastic Infinity

The Painter...

"The painter was obviously more concerned to show clearly the high priest's gesture of rejection than to draw correctly details which have nothing to do with the actions."

Priorities. What is accurate representation? The painter removes the column to reveal the priest. One accuracy is sacrificed for another.

Sunday, November 14, 2010