being art

When I travel I always want to see architecture, gardens, paintings, fountains, sculptures, galleries, plazas, churches, temples, museums, monasteries, fairs, biennales, installations, small streets and boule- vards, and of course enjoy the food and the many many people. I want in some way to experience and converse with all this. I want to touch and interact with it, with all my senses. Over time, traveling with my family took on a special and playful pleasure, as we all came to enjoy being with art, being together in the experience of it. I will admit carrying forth at times with much exuberant discourse about what this incredible thing we were experiencing was, now, right in front of us, and that it con- nected, if you remember group, to what we had seen last year and that brings us to this other work and style, and go on and on about continu- ities and discontinuities in style and so forth. That pleasure of reading something across time, style and culture has always excited me. But here in these pictures that follow, you can sense another kind of reading and being with art, one that goes with the work immediately, sensually, senses it, converses with it, caresses and confronts it, saying I’ll go with you, I feel you. Over time this mode of performative interaction became a way for us, together, to go with the work of art and to not only share and communicate with each other our pleasure of it, but by going with the work, to create a new kind of pleasure, an assemblage of pleasure, that is the work and us.