"Handbags" at Metro Pictures
What’s true is that I am Chilean, and I am also a lot of other things. And having arrived at this point, I must abandon Jarry and Bolivar and try to remember the writer who said that the homeland of a writer is his tongue. I don’t remember his name. Perhaps it was a writer who wrote in Spanish. Perhaps it was a writer who wrote in English or French. A writer’s homeland, he said, is his tongue. It sounds a little demagogic, but I agree with him completely, and I know that sometimes there is no recourse left us but to get a little demagogic, just like sometimes there is no recourse left us but to dance a bolero under the light of streetlamps or a red moon. Although it’s also true that a writer’s homeland is not his tongue, or not only his tongue, but also the people he loves. And sometimes a writer’s homeland is not the people he loves but his memory. And other times a writer’s only homeland is his loyalty, and his courage.
Bolaño, from “The Caracas Speech” (1999), accessible online at Triple Canopy
Ben StonePhony Home 2
painted cast resin
75” h x 72” w x 1⁄2” d
In the Street (1948)
Helen Levitt, James Agee, & Janice Loeb
Modern Love (2013)
photos from “How etc. etc.” by Hallie McNeill
photography by Phoebe d’Heurle
OPENING TONIGHT! stop by!
Weekend Projects is pleased to announce its final show for 2013 “How etc. etc.” featuring work by Hallie McNeill.
Please join us Friday, December 13th 7-9pm for the opening, or stop by Sunday, December 15th 2-4pm to see the show.
Not There, There But Not There (2013)
Oil on canvas stretched onto rubber frame
A Jagged Line, A Straight Line (2013)
Acrylic and oil marker on canvas stretched onto rubber frame