December 20, 2010
So we're taking a walk, going nowhere in particular, and there's this piece of conceptual art at the intersection of the river and De Las Herrerias street. We walk around it and realize that it represents a volcano, erupting and laying waste to what remains below. There are jagged pieces of bottles, broken toys--the detritus of ruined lives. Okeydokey.
Then we notice, high up, tied to the tip of the volcano, the figure of a woman, hair blowing in the wind, looking remarkably life like. Alrighty then. T'is the season?
Walking along Herrerias street, and as always, peering into any open door, we see the longest interior hall I've ever seen. It curves and appears to have no end. It's not an alley between two buildings--the door is located in the middle of a single structure. From the outside it looks like a a building of average width and size but looking in, it seems like there's a whole other world of doorways inside it. Just how large is this building? Where does this hallway go? Maybe next time I'll work up the nerve to walk in.
And what's going on here? Why are they featuring the buttocks of a manikin on this second-story display window? Is this intentional? Did they not think this through? Why is he wearing a thong and a suit jacket in the first place?
And this intense encounter between a child trapped in a car and a horse. The light changed and the car finally drove away, with the boy still reaching out to the horse. The horse remained, curious and maybe just a touch alarmed.
Hmmm, happy holidays, I guess!
Posted by Lourdes at 12:23 PM