7 Walks with Mark Brown by Vincent Barré and Pierre Creton.
France. 2024. 105 min.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee.
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
Emily Dickinson
You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
Miami, Florida
7 Walks with Mark Brown by Vincent Barré and Pierre Creton.
France. 2024. 105 min.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee.
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
Emily Dickinson
Beatriz Monteavaro, Tonight, We Can Be As One Tonight.
Under the Bridge.
12425 NE 13th Ave, North Miami, 33161.


The kinds of proximity that matter here are made by practices of attention not defined by dissensus or agonism but technically, by atmosphere-generating juxtaposition. This proximity dilutes what we called structural by shifting the force of the normative infrastructures from the state and commodity capitalism into the ordinary that also includes local plural intimacies and the associations that make life sticky and interesting.
Berlant

Solvent transfer, graphite, colored pencil, ink, gouache, acrylic, and enamel paint on paper. 18 x 12 inches. 2026. Donated to Locust Projects’ Art Auction.
Melvin Edwards’s obituary. (Frieze)
“His travels to Ghana, Nigeria, Togo and Benin informed his understanding of sculpture as a form of cultural continuity, leading him to create public works that fused African traditions with contemporary abstraction?. “


Through the young and awkward hours
my lady perfectly moving,
through the new world scarce astir
my fragile lady wandering
in whose perishable poise
is the mystery of Spring
(with her beauty more than snow
dexterous and fugitive
my very frail lady drifting
distinctly, moving like a myth
in the uncertain morning, with
April feet like sudden flowers

Good-bye!—no, do not grieve that it is over,
The perfect hour;
That the winged joy, sweet honey-loving rover,
Flits from the flower.
Grieve not—it is the law. Love will be flying—
Yes, love and all.
Glad was the living—blessed be the dying.
Let the leaves fall.
A Farewell, Harriet Monroe


The artifice of art, the artifice with which it invents symbols to express the way humans are in community, is consistent with the movement whereby a world becomes a world (JR)
