isolation was undoubtedly a unanimously loathed aspect of the first year or so of the (ongoing) pandemic. everyone has their own personal story as to why, but they all spoke broadly of the necessary & desirable aspect of public spaces—not necessarily parks & beaches, but literally anywhere not at home.
while being alone is a familiar circumstance for me regardless, i’ve never spoken otherwise of the benefits of being out. though a majority of ‘going out’ for me has been to one bar or another throughout the past, the amount of random interactions with familiar faces i’d fallen out of touch with was enough alone to keep me from exclusively drinking at home.
this has become a certain difficulty for me now—sober & in a city where i know very few of the 22-plus million residents, creating randomness requires a bit of effort. it does, however, tend to be worth it.
even though i live six blocks from a wonderful bookstore, i tend to shop at stories. it was the first place i was introduced to in los angeles & has multiple things going for it—an interesting selection of odds-and-ends art-related books, a full café, and is located down the street from echo park. all in all it can make for a pretty solid afternoon.
a few weeks ago i’d gone in to pick up elite capture upon olivia’s recommendation—they didn’t have it, so instead of browsing much, i just put in an order & left to go take pictures. yesterday, i finally got the call the book was in.
i was there to spend money anyway & so i took a look around. i’ve been recently on the lookout for writings by artists on art—this is when i found selected writings by mirtha dermisache tucked away in a corner. i opened to see what she had to say & was blown away by what i found.
this absolutely incredible book isn’t filled with writings at all, but a sampling of her typographic abstractions, to which the forms of writing are reduced and re-formed. i’ve done work like this in the past but she takes the idea to another level of beauty.
unless impossible otherwise, i am wholly against shopping for books online. this is just another reason why—places like amazon don’t just consume the economy, but they ruin the potential found in the randomness of shelving. there’s no algorithm that is going to find me shopping for a political text on linguistic appropriation by a nigerian-american philosopher & recommend a collection of abstract works by a dead argentine artist.
there is a wonderfully human feeling in happenstance, and how technology steals that is just another example as to why these monopolies of thought & experience should be used as little as possible—and trusted even less.