went to a family wedding in january, which was bizarre enough on its own. . .( I contend that artists don't have to get married. . .because everytime you have a solo show, you are the bride! . . .plus you don't have to wear that stupid white dress : ) anyhow, adjacent to the hotel was a really strange casino. . .open 24 hours. all day and night interesting characters trailed in and out through a side elevator. finally my husband, a few cousins and I went to check it out. it was dark with funny corporate lighting. it was a labrinth of bar stools that sat in front of flashing graphics. not a lot of talk.
I kind of fixated on a particular elderly woman shown in this photo. . . decked in pearls and her hair swept up, she unceremoniously gambled at a game called "diamonds."
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I worked on a riverboat casino for a couple hypnotic numbing weeks. Having worked for the board of health years before, the casino experience surprised me w/ how beneath all the flashing "exciting" incessant ringing (and mechanized free drinking)- there trudged zombified dreams as daily life,blandly compartmentalized into a disconnected routine grind.worse and scarier than a government job it was in its dysfunctional perfect structure.
and oh..that mitch cope site has some amazing stuff.
don't know if you caught it, eggtoothian, but mitch cope has a residency program. . .
wouldn't detroit be an ideal place to go and make art for a month?
the only thing better, would be if someone gave me a summer home there instead.
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