Robert Irwin @ MCASD

Anyone who cares about architecture or flourescent strip lights needs to go this show!
When finished marvelling at the early 2-D works, the large installation and conceptual drawings, hop the red trolley to Little Italy and have a moscarpone filled canneloni and mocha. Then go to sleep and dream of red, yellow and blue.
http://www.mcasd.org/exhibitions/index.asp

seeing red in tijuana

(photos by Isa)

Another excursion of the Hungry Hikers led by the elusive Joel Fentin. We hiked across the border for some Italian food (TJ style) and cabbed out almost losing Isa when the driver went la vida loco and took off with her hanging out the door. Fortunately, all were accounted for by the time we returned to the border. Top photo: The wait @ the border by car. Bottom Photo: Rustic Lasagna with spinach, veal & sun dried tomatoes. http://www.villasaverios.com/first.html

Last Year L.A.

Hotel Angeleno: For $260 a night the friendly staff makes you feel like you are hot...like Paris Hilton's 2nd assistant hot! You get valet service, fluffy eygpytian cotton duvet and pillows so soft you can't get up on a California King that stretches to infinity, yuzu shampoo and a balcony overlooking the Getty. http://www.jdvhotels.com/home/

The Murakai exhibit at the Geffen LA Moca was a lot of fun. If I lived in Los Angeles and found myself depressed or angry or lonely or numb, I would go to the Murakai exhibit, eat some noodles in Little Tokyo and find my way to delirious happiness.

(Photo taken by Susan Medo)
The last museum visit of 2007 @ the Getty Center.

Months

Over the next couple weeks I'll be uploading 12 months of a hand-drawn calendar starting with January and February. Each month depicts an object found in my domestic habitat. Every object is drawn more or less to scale and some of these items have more meaning than others. Each drawing is a meditation of the object as a form and shape, as a symbol for something else and as a little journey of how it got to me. For example, I didn't really appreciate the structure of a fortune cookie: it's three-dimensional curvature, it's crevice and enso-like form until I took the time to draw it.

I'll post two months at a time. Please feel free to share and pass along.
If your'e more comfortable with a pdf file send me an email.

How to print the calendar:

1. Click on the thumbnail below to enlarge.
2. Right-Click and choose "Save Picture As" - Save to your hard-drive.
2. Open picture in any photo program (iPhoto, or Windows Explorer)
and print on 8.5 X 11 - I suggest the heaviest cardstock your printer will take without choking, and/or doing a tinted paper.
3. Cut in half lengthwise
4. Trim edges

saturday night in tijuana

the poetics of food

Believe it or not, I plucked this beautiful magazine from the overgrown forest of Britney displays and Celine Dion Christmas CD's at Sam Goody on a typical weekday-in-the-life. There amongst the expected magazine titles was an unexpected cover image that was not sculpture but food! The cover image is black sesame praline sauce and chocolate mousse sitting on a chocolate sponge (Fillipo La Mantia, La Trattoria, Sicily) . No. 2 is a "Green Apple Feuillete" with puff pastry, green apple sorbet and carmelized apples (Christian Albin, Four Seasons, New York). No. 3 is a banana leaf filled with sweet rice, quail egg, barbecued pork and chinese sausage (Michael Taus, Zealous Lounge, Chicago) . No. 4 is made out of cocoa powder, couscous, chocolate, strawberries and raisins. No. 5 is a pistachio sorbet with pistachio hoop-croquant, pistachio milk foam and peeled pistachios (Albert Adria Acosta, El Bulli, Barcelona).

Ok...I'll say it, this food looks very architectural. In these assemblages the ingredients have become raw materials re-shaped, even engineered (in the case of the pistachio hoop) into new forms but with the added dimension of taste and smell! This metaphor has its limits since food works up to a certain scale and one cannot live in their food (but they can live for it).

Polar, WI

Last weekend I traversed 2100 miles by air and another 250 miles by land and 18 footsteps to the farmhouse and childhood home of my girlfriend to celebrate her first birthday over 49. It was a full house of 10 + 1 more late arriving Cousin named Joe. The midwest welcomed me with 6 inches of snow! I felt very loved and the result of making out with the cold is now a stuffy nose and cough. It was a strange switching of gears to land back in san diego and find myself having a glass of wine after shooting (and missing the non-living targets) a shotgun via the guidance of Susan's brother, indulging on three versions of birthday cake, the best lasagna ever, and sharing one bathroom with 10 people for two days -- I think only midwesterners can do that, there would have been a lawsuit in California.