Having a permanent Marguerite Wibaux sculpture installation on top of my stove with Mara Catalan, Dada Shikako, and Locker Room prints as a backdrop is so much chicer than using one’s oven to store shoes.
Crazy shit!! Ludicrously intricate paintings that are often about how human geographies are formed; you could look at these for hours and hours and hours… a good chunk her work is in the MoMA so if y’all are around there and haven’t seen her stuff… I mean…
A slow walk as the days comes to a close is the perfect cleanse of the mind before turning in for the night. There is something about the fresh air, the smell of pine needles, and the stillness that catches my attention and keeps me distracted.
