ThisILove, Pt. II

This post is the follow-up or conclusion to this post: This I Love, Pt. I. Yeah, it’s only taken 5 plus months to get it off my draft clip board. Eeesh. Having owned that these are 6-10 on the short list of works of art that have shaped my identity.



James Galvin’s, The Meadow is easily one of the most beautifully written books that I have encountered. I understood upon completion of this reading that I would very much like to be James Galvin when I grow up. Or, barring that I would like to be able to string a sentence together half as well.



It was in my first visit to the Museum of Modern Art, Queens (Manhattan was being remodeled) that I encountered Umberto Boccioni’s, Dynamism of A Soccer Player. I was rendered mute. The colors and the motion of the work suggested that the painting itself was ACTUALLY in motion. I can not even begin to guess how long I stood there agape.


I have been in love with guitars for as long as I can remember. As a 4 or 5-year-old I saw my first guitar up close in the hands of my Great Uncle. I can recall sitting on my knees with my face inches away from the guitar watching him play for hours. There is not another object in my life that I can meet and simply upon sight be rendered giddy, awed, eased, turned on and comforted to my core.


Alexandre Hogue’s dust bowl era paintings and sketches are inspiring to me on a couple of levels. First, as a history nerd with a particular investment in the Dust Bowl (my paternal grandparents met in a migrant camp in Arizona), the fact that Hogue’s work invokes not just a fascination with painting on my part but also gives rise to my love of history makes him a favorite of mine. Second, Hogue’s critique of ‘environmental policy’ lends itself nicely to my own politics on the matter. His dust bowl pieces are critical and heartbreaking as they should be.



Last though certainly not least, Wrigley Field! Or, is it just the Cubs. Or, Cubbie culture. Wrigley Field embodies every aspect of baseball mythology-it is legend AND it is real. The Cubs, losers though they may be have HEART. That I respect. And as for Cubbie culture, I’m not sure there is a club, sect, base or label in my life that I am prouder to be a part of.


2 Responses

  1. Day (or 5) late, buck short. The Boccioni piece is amazing–I’ve never seen it before–the colors, even via computer screen, are so intriguing. I have to meet that piece in person, clearly.

    I did the same thing in front of a piece by Hundertwasser in Vienna–it very literally changed my life–>it was the vehicle that drove the change in my Master’s Thesis (which had nothing whatsoever to do with visual art), because the politics of the piece sat me down so hard. I started writing the introduction right there in the museum, staring at Hunderwasser’s world, and I never looked back. Funny thing, though, I hadn’t thought of that visceral reaction in years–until I saw the one here. But something in that image brings back the exact pull I felt in the museum-gads, that was 10 years ago….coming up on 11.

    You Cubs fans are a brave, proud, and rather committed lot, you are. I’ll grant you that (my assistant is a Cubbie. She gets kind of scary during baseball season).

    • Boccioni’s piece is worth the NYC trip alone! Does the Hundertwasser piece have a title?

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