A Blog Called Nowhere

Just back from El Museo de Arte Contemporaneo Carrillo Gil in Mexico City. It's a beautiful modernist structure with ramps and a lot of glass, (no stairs in the museum which made it easier for me to drag my tired-ass around, I was feeling the altitude and short of breath the whole time). I'm doing something at the museum which will involve an "intervention" (thats their art school word, not mine) on the collection, improvements as 'twere, or lets call it a blitzkrieg. The collection focuses on works by Mexican masters Orozco, Siqueiros, Rivera, I'll be mixing the collection with my own stuff... I feel deeply connected to those guys and their socially minded work but the machoness is tiresome and the revolution they depict needs a new focus. But fuck, that Orozco could draw! His depictions of war are grusome and beautiful, similar to Goya. Hey doesn't it suck (but not surprising) that there are there no artists drawing the horrors of the war in Iraq. Or are there? Steve Munford's gentle watercolors were such a disappointment!