once upon a time, long ago, bjd (not so much "before jesus died" as "before juris doctor", but chuh whatevs) i went out on thursday nights. tonight i had every intention of attending third thursday at raw so that i could sip on martinis and nat shermans and teeter around in stilettos and catch my first glimpse of taiga ermansons's fragile cross stitch on kleenex pieces. the last time i was at raw i planned to peek at them but there were several breakdancers breakdancing around in the room and i didn't feel like it was necessary to interrupt them. fortunately, i was able to check out hirokazu fukawa's A Thought at the Edge of the Continent: Manchuria to Siberia 1942 - 1947.this particular piece is "a sculptural installation using 60 fluorescent bulbs to simulate a Siberian blizzard." i wound my way through it for a bit until i became nervous that i would trip and ruin everything. it reminded me of tesla coils and the electrified lightbulb field in the prestige.
anyway, i didn't get to go tonight but hopefully i will make it to the artist talk on March 5th. in the meantime, i am listening to the pierces and writing and researching...blah
this particular piece is "a sculptural installation using 60 fluorescent bulbs to simulate a Siberian blizzard." i wound my way through it for a bit until i became nervous that i would trip and ruin everything. 
it reminded me of tesla coils and the electrified lightbulb field in the prestige.
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