I’ll show you mine. Six

 

A few posts back, John was talking about his own little corner. Because I live in a basement garden apartment lower level, I have all kinds of weird corners and walls that are just, well, THERE. I have some weird empty spaces and doors pop up when you least expect them. You'd think I live in one of those New York apartments that have been chopped off a bigger house. It's all fun and games until you realize that one, nothing will work as it works in a 'normal' house and two, that you end up creating little vignettes of things that for an innocent spectator seem very sui generis. 

Take for example this wall here. It's in the middle of nowhere and just off my kitchen giant open pantry shelving unit with tv snacks. It's in a kind of hallway but it's not. It's just... there. And it has all these objects that would tell the unaware spectator that  I am either Hindu or Buddhist or a combo of both. And I am neither. Yes, there's a Buddha. Yes, there's a Ganesh. Yes, that's an embroidered piece of artwork that looks like it was part of a very nice Sari. Yes, the little rug is from Tibet. But they were all gifts that I got at one time or another. Do I like them? Yes, of course I do. But I'm not a spiritual person. Those things mean something because they remind me of the people who gave them to me. I guess I also like knicknacks. And plants. 

Oh. Here. This is another wall (or portion of wall) in the middle of nowhere. It was empty until I discovered I had a stash of things I have gotten at the Museum of Contemporary Art last year when Virgil Abloh had a show there and we had to go twice because it was so crowded (those were the days when we could lose ourselves in a crowd, natch). It was a great show, and apparently I got a lot of shit there, too. I didn't realize it until I went looking for some shirts and found the poster, the actual invite to the show and some postcards, all related to the exhibit. So I put them all together, along with the little tote bags they gave us and put them on the wall. Oh, that round thing? It's a clock. It says TEMPORARY. And it's part of a collab Virgil put together with IKEA. I think I also have a toolbox and some huge IKEA bags I got that day. There were other cool things but they were fucking gone at ten thirty in the morning, when I made it into the store. I guess I'm not the only one in Chicago who likes Virgil Abloh. 

Oh. Here. Yes, I am a twelve year old girl. So what? I got the teepee in a dare and it was all downhill from there. You see, I had teepees when I was a little boy because I was a very introspective, solitary child. I loved going into my teepee and read or listen to the radio or just chill. I did not need to always be jumping around like a deranged mountain goat. So I got myself a teepee. Because I can. Yes, I use this one. Yes, those are coloring books and magazines. Yes, that turntable works. Yes, those are 45's and yes, I listen to them. You are missing the collection of bunnies I wave in the right corner, though. But I hope you got a gander at the sock monkey socks. I  know. I'm weird. And I like it. 

XOXOX