Maurice Van Es
THE SAME MEMORY IS NEVER THE SAME
The same image printed over 250 times
with a printer which said he had no inkt anymore.
Memory (Rainer Maria Rilke)
And you wait, you wait for that one thing
that will infinitely enlarge your life;
the gigantic, the stupendous,
the awakening of stones.
depths turned round toward you.
The volumes bound in rust and gold
flicker dimly on the shelves;
and you think of lands traveled across,
of paintings, of the clothes of
women found and lost.
And then suddenly you know: it was then.
You rise, and before you
stands the fear and prayer and shape of a vanished year.
Gabriel Orozco at Faurschou Foundation Beijing. Gabriel Orozco, Chicotes, 2010. Tires and aluminium, dimensions variable.
Gabriel Orozco, My Hands Are My Heart (1991) © Courtesy of the artist; Marian Goodman Gallery, New York; Galerie Chantal Crousel, Paris; and kurimanzutto, Mexico City
The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.
Here I am hunting for cicadas with rock star photographer, Andrew Sullivan, who shot this thirty second video showing everyone how to catch these tasty little critters. Cheers friends!