Dear Radio Dodo Listeners,
Here is your song for today.
Now, while that is playing, take a look at these sculptures of Nancy Rubins'. I can't decide if I like them or not. Whatever, you may say, who cares if I like them or not? Well, that's a good point, but I am still looking to be moved by artwork, even after so much water under the bridge of meaning, the market, and whatever 'self expression' is. (Now I think they call it 'personal narrative,' which we do care about, but only in as much as we can say we are listening. I don't think we are supposed to want to make one ourselves; or, if we do, can we please just do it quietly?)
Now, while you decide if you like those sculptures, you can think about this photo of Josephine Baker. What I am thinking, is this: what is it about this photo that makes it belong here, now? I am not sure why it wants to be here, but I read a short while ago that she lived in a castle, and I have wanted to tell you so. (If you would prefer, you can make a very short personal narrative instead of reading about the château. This should be no more than a page long, very quiet, and written in pencil so history can erase it easily if finds your narrative inconvenient in the future).
À la prochaine!
