The borough of Pitts.
Yet another week passes and I spend in it Pittsburgh. I may be moving there soon if I can find a glassblowing studio that’ll give me time on the bench [this is a good thing in glassblowing, I reassure you].
Covodea was absolutely beautiful last weekend—yellow leaves, frisky chipmunks, bare hilltops and Harley [a 100+ pound Malamute dog with a tongue perpetually covered in dirt]. It also just happened to be around 65 degrees in the daytime… what fortune! Last time, the thermometer barely grazed above 40 in the day—a tad nipply to say the least. John-Michael, the crazy tree house building man was there again to work, but didn’t get far. Since there’s no electricity or running water, he has to carefully plan ahead, which he usually does. He only brought two drill battery paks…and due to Murphy’s Law, they both only lasted minutes. Beaten down, he climbed the hill back up to our temporary shelter and pouted in Nate’s hammock behind the shelter.
After returning to Pittsburgh on Tuesday, I enjoyed the company of Dave, Rachel, and the ever-slothful Nathan. On Thursday, Dave, Jessica and I went to the Mattress Factory [it’s a museum for contemporary art… Dave and Jess had quite a time trying to convince me it wasn’t in the least like the Cleveland-based mattress store likewise coined the Mattress Factory ®]. It was wonderful. I love modern art. It speaks to me so much more easily than classical art…I’m weird, I know. My favorite installation was a piece by James Turrell—“Pleiades” (side note: it sure looks as if Mr. Turrell is more than just a little familiar with certain substances containing THC, doesn’t it?). It was the most touching and beautiful and confusing and yet lucid piece of art I’ve seen since Hans Bellmer. If you’re in the Pittsburgh area, go see it [and if you’re a poor starving (or not-so-starving, like myself) student or artist, go on Thursdays, admission is free].
Hmm, I just received a frantic phone call from David needing someone [namely, me] to rescue his inoperative car from Covode tomorrow at noon… it looks like my break from Pennsylvania is much shorter than I anticipated. The drive to Punxey is long, but at least I’ll be surrounded by scenes like this:
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