art-it:art-and-bob:Dan Flavin_Untitled (To Jorg Schellmann)
years ago, feels like a lifetime ago, i was in the museum of contemporary art in chicago when a woman asked to take my photo. it is very, very rare that someone asks me if they can photograph me. i enjoy being photographed, and there are many photos of me, but for the most part i take pictures of myself/self-portraits. i really enjoy seeing how others see me, especially strangers. so of course i said yes, and after adjusting her camera for a few moments i heard the shutter noise i love so much. i remember her dark curls, and her shy smile. she asked if i would like to see the photo, and i said yes, so i gave her my email address. of course, she never emailed me, but i remember that moment so well. what i was wearing, what piece i was standing in front of. it was a yellow light in a narrow corridor, and i was wearing a bright green dress i had just bought minutes before getting on the 16 hour bus to chicago. i really wish i could see the photo she took.
i don’t recognize myself in that memory, triggered by a piece by dan flavin, whose name or art i hadn’t thought of in years. i still wear the same dress, i still occupy the same body, but so much has changed since then. sometimes i hate having such a vivid/good memory.