Of Cows And Midgets And Chickens

Many years ago I got to know a true hero in the struggle against all things banal, inane and sucky. That's her on the right. We worked together at an art museum near Boston, and the experience of working together in that environment is impossible to describe. Try to imagine what "Clerks" would have been like if it had been directed by Federico Fellini. Instead of midgets, though, try to work chickens into the mix. That's a good approach to life in any context.

Her name was, and still is, Mary Galli. She works with paint, found objects, and just about anything else. Take a moment to soak in her latest work, MOO-chas Gracias, which can be seen up close and personal (for now) at the Old North Church in Boston's North End. It will speak to you, haunt you, and compell you in a way that only a life-sized plaster cow ever could.

So up there is Mary, Madre de Cow, with Mexico on her mind, and shirt. I wish I could still drop into Disk Diggers and bug you. We shall get together soon and discuss holograms over coffee.