a nod from the homeland

they say you can't go home again... and I agree. But actually home is everywhere you look. Which is really nice. And sometimes the triggers are more obvious. Which is even nicer.

I was in Chicago over the weekend, just arrived and found myself stranded for a few hours in the scorching heat. Wandering with a suitcase, wearing jeans and a scarf (?), dehydrated, maybe delirious, but still happy as a clam to be in the mid-west. I stopped in to a bright, open, airy store to enjoy their AC and look at their sweet little toys. Sorry no pictures of their toys, but if you're interested in toys. and art. rotofugi.

But besides AC and toys, the place had a gallery with some great work that happened to be from a hometown favorite. Which I believe is the hometown saying hello. And that felt good.

These were quickly snapped because I felt like a robber. Their work is better than what my camera caught, so I'm only giving you fragments. Check them out. aesthetic apparatus