“Stop worrying about missed opportunities and start looking for new ones.”
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Dallas City Hall, Thanksgiving 2015
Missed Opportunities
Tag Archives: Sculpture
You Wake From Dreams Of Doom
“You wake from dreams of doom and–for a moment–you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing, love’s calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.”
― Markings
Paths (detail), by Steinunn Thórarinsdóttir, Arts District, Dallas, Texas
Their Great Horns Also Seemed To Attract Electricity
“When the longhorns could be gathered up and driven, it was theorized that the heat from the herd’s mass attracted lightning. (Such was the radiant heat from a large herd that a cowboy’s face would be blistered on whichever side of the herd he’d ridden by the day’s end.) Their great horns also seemed to attract electricity, so that lightning and ground-electricity would bounce around from horn to horn throughout the herd – a phantasmagoric burning blue circuitry. The cracking of the cowboy’s whips and the twitching of the cattle’s tails also emitted sparkling “snakes of fire.”
― The New Wolves: The Return of the Mexican Wolf to the American Southwest
Richardson, Texas
I Could Dance With You Till the Cows Come Home
“I could dance with you till the cows come home. Better still, I’ll dance with the cows and you come home.”
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Italy, Texas
There is something odd about seeing a movie at nine o’clock in the morning. Especially when it ends and you walk out into the sun… and realize that most of the day is still to come.
I’m glad that everyone has been good about not saying or posting spoilers for Avengers Endgame – though the movie played out pretty much exactly as I thought it would.
Certain Combinations Of Wheels
“The glance of women resembles certain combinations of wheels, which are tranquil in appearance yet formidable. You pass close to them every day, peaceably and with impunity, and without a suspicion of anything. A moment arrives when you forget that the thing is there. You go and come, dream, speak, laugh. All at once you feel yourself clutched; all is over. The wheels hold you fast, the glance has ensnared you. It has caught you, no matter where or how, by some portion of your thought which is fluttering loose, by some distraction which had attacked you. You are lost. The whole of you passes into it. A chain of mysterious forces takes possession of you. You struggle in vain; no more human succor is possible. You go on falling from gearing to gearing, from agony to agony, from torture to torture, you, your mind, your fortune, your future, your soul; and, according to whether you are in the power of a wicked creature, or of a noble heart, you will not escape from this terrifying machine otherwise than disfigured with shame, or transfigured by passion.”
― Les Misérables
2527 King, Dallas, Texas
A Brooding Peace
“In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.”
― The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter
Ellis County Courthouse, Waxahatche, Texas
I Didn’t Want To Be A Novelist
I knew that I wanted to be an artist and it started out as a solution to making work at the beginning. I was a literature student, but I knew very well that I didn’t want to be a novelist.
—-Mai-Thu Perret
from Sightings, by Mai-Thu Perret, 2016, Nasher Sculpture Center, Dallas, Texas
