London Calling
· London, GB (and the website is still not working to notify properly - patience!) ·
Back on a plane to London to make it for what looks like a fascinating conference on architecture and art, both of which I like to photograph, of course.

Chicago

Berlin

NYC Highline
https://www.friezearchitecture.com/home
How can you not be curious about a conference announcement that describes the meeting location, London’s Royal College of Physicians, as a spectacular example of British Brutalism? The array of speakers is promising and a year that has seen the passing of some stellar architects, I’m thinking Dame Zaha Hadid, for example, calls for deeper understanding of the subject.
Since I won’t have much time for the city per se, I’ll check out the treasure trove of the best photographs of London here:
http://www.timeout.com/london/art/the-40-best-photos-of-london-ever-taken
And then off to Alison Jacques for the Dorothea Tanning exhibit. I adore this woman from afar, a self taught artist, who managed not to be oppressed in her long marriage to Max Ernst (he divorced Peggy Guggenheim), a painter who took up writing poetry in her eighties. She was born in a small town in Illinois, moved around the country, then around the world, a global citizen. Held her own amongst the luminaries of the day, including Ernst, of course, Man Ray, Henri Cartier-Bresson and Dylan Thomas. I was artistically influenced by Ernst, Becker-Modersohn and Nolde – but if I had to chose a life to emulate, it would be one like Tanning’s.
http://www.timeout.com/london/art/dorothea-tanning
One of my earliest montages contains her portrait set against Ernst, whose misogynist work Une semaine de bonté I was fascinated with at the time. If you look closely you’ll find her portrait twice (once as a warrior) and his portrait once (about to be pecked by the strutting rooster) in the montage.






























Futurists were fascinated by tempo








Photo: Camilo Brau

We know, of course, that people have a tendency to beautify and structure their environments. Yarn bombers are a case in point. They knit and crochet their merry ways across the landscape – sometimes creating beautiful work that really brightens the sidewalks, sometimes annoying public artists because their metal sculptures regularly end up with scarves…. (the oldest of the street knitters being 104 years old.




There are whole empires of these free ports, from Luxembourg to Singapore, allowing art to be un-seen. Why on earth, you might ask? The answer is of course: money. And I am not just talking about hedge funds, derivatives or futures applied to art collection. Rather, art out of view is the perfect way to launder dirty money since there is no transparency.

