Abstract Slices Of Life On The Street
Walking the streets of Oaxaca de Juarez every day, I am always looking for a new route. I want to see something, anything, I’ve not seen before. Especially not what I saw yesterday.
After more than a year and a half, I have become a little too familiar with these streets. Though often walking on the other side of the street can make a surprising difference. The light is different. The shade is different. It is almost like walking on a different street.
Perhaps this is the first time I have encountered an empty electric meter all by its lonesome. Usually these round boxes are ganged together in groups of three or more.
To see one hanging solitary in its lonesome is unusual. To see one hanging empty is beyond unusual. What the hell happened to this aging round box? Who ripped the power out of this power box? Someone is no longer able to turn on the lights. Someone is no longer able to turn on their TV.
I feel for them, and hope they are okay. Sad to think they are taking a cold shower. Sorry to envision they are eating their morning cereal with room temperature milk. It’s just not fair.
Sorry, but I don’t get this one at all. What is being asked of the “Entire United States?”
A weird paper poster pasted to a weird wall. What is the message? What is the meaning of the message. What has been lost in translation?
The only way I can interpret this view is on a visceral level. The soft blue tones, sooth in a cool way, that only these soft blues can do.
All I can see is an Agave growing on a hill. Just waiting to be harvested to produce a bottle of Mezcal. And above the not quite connected lines of a three dimensional cube. And beyond are two free flowing cabbage heads.
I am sorry, but I just don’t see the connection here. And wonder if there was even a…