I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.
—-Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Tag Archives: Dallas
There’s Only One Kind Of Dance
Moore and Serra
Now I really make the little idea from clay, and I hold it in my hand. I can turn it, look at it from underneath, see it from one view, hold it against the sky, imagine it any size I like, and really be in control, almost like God creating something.
—-Henry Moore

Working Model for Three Piece No. 3: Vertebrae, Henry Moore
My Curves are not Mad, Richard Serra
Nasher Sculpture Center
And certainly the history of public sculpture has been disastrous but that doesn’t mean it ought not to continue and the only way it even has a chance to continue is if the work gets out into the public.
—-Richard Serra
Angel Trumpets And Devil Trombones
Even When You’re Not By My Side
We Should Meet In Air
What Rhythm Is
Having A Picnic In A Dream
There Is No End To Illusion
They Stay Up Late But They Get Up Late
“There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day. Night life is when you get up with a hangover in the morning. Night life is when everybody says what the hell and you do not remember who paid the bill. Night life goes round and round and you look at the wall to make it stop. Night life comes out of a bottle and goes into a jar. If you think how much are the drinks it is not night life.”
― Ernest Hemingway, 88 Poems
If you read these pages, you know that I have an interest in murals – specifically those works of wall art around the city where I live. Especially if they are reachable by bicycle.
A while back I came across an article listing the 10 Best Murals in Dallas. I had seen all of these and photographed most of them.
But I had never shot the tacky mural on the side of the San Luis Nightclub… though I had seen it. It looked like this. Amazingly sleazy – really good stuff.
Now I’m too late. It’s been painted over.
But they have put up a replacement. It’s not as sordid as its predecessor – but it’s bad enough.
Plus, instead of reclining on a pool table – she’s riding a giant beer bottle. That has to count for something.









