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Le Lapin was The Cookie Jar

What’s in a name? or a title? a private joke or shared sense of humor? a ranking of value? Before today, the emphasis on NOW pressing on the wisdom the past fuels and the inspiration the vision for the future offers, I wish to tug on your shirt collar a bit and rattle your mind just a few moments here. All tenses, past, present, future are contingent upon each other. Be careful whose propaganda you’re buying. I mean it; I thought The Cookie Jar was a hilarious title because of momblogs and the fact the internet stores data on your private device (which is a bit like what attention on anything does to you), I realized the facts-of-life were not as funny to others, so the rabbit and pen won out over dry humor…cuteness always works since a rabbit seems more easily hunted and reconciled than a cookie laden with meaning and empty calories. Before paywalling the photos of what I made before I had access to an amazing camera, I beg to ask: Where did taste go in the conversation of art. While I’m all for pursuing the far reaches of rabbit holes, conversations are more engaging when they’re honest…convivial or not. Aesthetics always have elements of taste, so why feign or play the charade further for the sake of a game?

Images from Chicago’s Botanic Gardens on film, vintage by now, circa 2010.