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Wish you were here. xox, C. (Cadillac Ranch by Ant Farm. Body work by El Celso. Printing by Publicidad Viusa. Photos by C-M. Click on images to supersize.)
Spied on our cross-country sojourn: A pick-up truck, outside of Austin, Texas.
It’s been a weird year. I drove back roads across the U.S. Threw a fish across state lines. Stared at an artist in a museum atrium. Taught art yoga. Spent the summer watching a “reality show” about art. Rowed around Randall’s Island in a handmade boat. And joined a religious procession in the Andes. I’ve covered most of these activities here on the blog (or over at WNYC). But a few things have eluded me — either because I just haven’t had time to get them down in pixels, or because I hadn’t quite sorted out my thoughts.
So, in lieu of a year-end listicle (I produce enough lists throughout the year), a little bit of stream-of-consciousness ruminating instead:
The Day in Weird Juxtapositions: This remix of a 1920s Italian song is insanely popular in Peru right now and I heard it just about everywhere. But its best moment came when it became my soundtrack as I shopped at the witch doctor’s market in Chiclayo. I have to say: There’s nothing quite like surveying goat hooves, unidentifiable medicinal powders and charms to ward off evil while listening to a bouncy little ditty like this.
In the meantime, y’all can find me over at Gallerina today. C-Mon will return to its regular programming next week.
For anyone under the mistaken impression that the only place to see the Mona Lisa is at the Louvre in Paris: You can also find her in Lima…at my Tía’s house.
Spent yesterday at the Museo Pedro de Osma in the Lima neighborhood of Barranco admiring colonial religious everything, including Cuzco school paintings of archangels, inlaid mosaics of the Virgin and — my favorite — some truly awesome 18th century sculptures of heads. From top to bottom: Jesus, St. John the Baptist and an anonymous figure who I’m convinced could have been a member of Los Bukis.
P.S. I’m still in Peru. But you can find this week’s Gallerina guide to artsy goodness over at WNYC.
Peru has always struck me as a totally whacked out place for its extravagant fusion of cultures. But the city of Chiclayo has taken it to another level. In an area of the arid northern coast once ruled by the Moche (a culture known for its sublime ceramic sculpture), you can feast your eyes on a city park stuffed full of faux classical statuary made of the finest plaster fiberglass money can buy.
On a sort of related note: This is where my family hails from. Ciudad heroica, indeed.