Saturday afternoon at the museum. 25% capacity, masks, and decals on the floor that reminded us to keep our distance.

I’m always captivated by Louise Nevelson’s monuments built from pieces of furniture painted black. They remind me of childhood, conjuring dim memories of playing among the legs of tables and dressers, of my first intimations of death. It’s a specific feeling that I cannot quite connect to words, and perhaps this is why her work moves and reassures me. More and more, I admire this quote from her: “I have made my world, and it is a much better world than I ever saw outside.”


Loscil – Monument Builders

Monument Builders | Kranky, 2016 | Bandcamp
Each night in 2020, I wrote a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I wanted to etch these days into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
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