His website is pretty cool. You can see more of his machines, including some gigantic ones that seem to fill up entire rooms. There are links to movies of them working, but I couldn't get any of the movies to play. Maybe you'll have better luck. You can also commission a piece from the website--but I wouldn't suggest it. The small ones we saw in his book at the fair were thousands of dollars already!
I liked some of the photography, too. A San Francisco photographer was there with serious and beautiful shots of Gui Lin. There was a also a fun series of miniature people-figures doing funny things, by Audrey Heller.
If you look closely, you can see the tiny broom that the tiny woman is using to sweep up the crumbs.
So that was yesterday. Today, we went to the Printer's Row Book Fair, which was awesome. We met up with Isabel and spent all afternoon wandering around the three or four blocks of booths. We got an armful of books and visited Printer's Row Fine and Rare Books, a small but absolutely beautiful bookshop with books that are indeed fine and rare (autographed copies of books by Kerouac, Hemingway, Melville, etc.). I picked up some supercheap art books. There were some neat posters, too. We bought an 1863 map of South America, showing Bolivia back when it still had access to the Pacific (before Chile took that part of it, along with part of Paraguay). We avoided buying a poster that I was immediately drawn to, in a love-hate way; it was probably about fifty years old and very big, and it advertised the glory of the Cultural Revolution with bold colors and the smiling faces of our comrades. It cost $40 and was gone by the time we went around its booth again at the end of the day. I didn't want it, really, but it made me feel horrible to think about some college student tacking it to their dorm room wall as a monument to kitsch. Communism, as it has existed on this earth, terrifies me.
Anyway, I had a wonderful weekend. Now it's time to get back to writing my end-of-trimester narratives! Oh but before I go, one last treat: hands on stanzas, a poetry center where one of Isabel's friends works (until next fall, anyway, when she will begin the MFA Writers' Workshop at the University of Iowa). Their latest project has been to get the poems of some of their elementary school students printed big in bus stops. The project is called "elevated verse," since the CTA (Chicago Transit Authority) is famous for its El (short for "elevated") trains. The poems are side-splitting and heartbreaking. More so than Dave Eggers, I would dare to venture. One thing that makes me mad, even furious about it though is that CTA put all the posters in nice neighborhoods (thinking I guess that the program would be more interested in advertising itself there?). The kids whose poems they are won't even see them unless they venture out of their neighborhoods. And the whole spirit of the project, to bring poetry to people who don't have much of it, is lost.
Anyway here is a sample.
Homework
My work has been done
to experience the city.
The big city sits in
land. Far away from Chicago
sits Texas. To day
dream far away in a
land of big. Bigger than an
ocean. My eyes fold to
see a surprise so big.
I start to think I own
that place. I feel like I've
even been there.
by Jonathan R.
Bernhard Moos Elementary School
Dear Tree,
Tree! Where were you
yesterday? I miss you.
My friend Book, he told
me all about you.
I hope you come back
soon so we could have
a big party today at 5:45
Your friend, Air
by Loc N.
Helen C. Peirce School of International Studies
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