Last night the husband dragged me to free night at The Whitney. I wasn't very enthusiastic- I mean, the line was 2 blocks long. But it moved pretty quickly, and once inside, I was rewarded with an up-close view of the most amazing piece of art I'd ever seen in person. I am not talking about a Hopper or O'Keefe. No, this was a piece that "touched me deeply", "spoke to me", or whatever people say to describe a profound and visceral reaction to a piece of art. Here it is:
This is Found Dope, Part Two, by Candy Jernigan (1986). For each crack vial, she wrote the location in which she found it.
I TOTALLY have to do something like this with my ever-growing collection of 43rd Avenue drug baggies. I mean, I have been writing the date and location on each one. But I will need a REALLY big poster board if I want to make something like this.
By the way, I just did my weekly OGCLE. Five baggies found on church steps >:(
Speaking of my collection of found drug baggies: on Saturday after my OGCLE clean-up, I washed the drug baggies I'd just found and left them to dry on the kitchen counter (as all normal people do, no doubt). Later in the day, it so happened that I had to call the cops because two of the guys who hang out by the abandoned house drinking in the hot sun got into a big fist fight. It only occurred to me as I was walking through the kitchen on my way to talk to the cops that if they wanted to come inside, I'd have some serious splainin to do about the drug bags laid out on the kitchen counter!
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