A magazine editor who commissioned me to do a piece of art once told me “you’re an artist, not an illustrator. You don’t follow directions.” He bought the work anyway. Same thing happening with my mask, which became a mindfulness exercise and one with four pieces of paper towel as a filter. Upcycled fabric. Used my practice stitch patch for decoration. Calming exercise in these tough times.
Meanwhile, I learned about this film last night while reading the University of Chicago magazine sent to alums. It is set in Hyde Park, the neighborhood holding the university on Chicago’s South Side. The footage of the poverty surrounding that university is as haunting as Sun Ra’s music playing underneath. Struck by how it grew out of actual debates about the history and future of jazz with the Cold War in the backdrop in Jimmy’s, a bar in the neighborhood. Good fries there.