The other day I went up to the Loop to finally really look at Magdalena Abakanowicz's installation Agora. I really enjoy her work, it seems so ready for performance, or to be performance. Things like this really make me want to train and make art happen.
When I got near the south end, a little blond boy was unexpectedly behind one of the huge figures, clutching a ball. He had gigantic blue eyes and would sometimes bounce the ball a little bit, but seemed wary of losing it. After a little while he was joined by a little blonde girl with matching blue eyes and a jumprope she dragged after her.
I left them to their toys and headed to the bridge crossing over the rail lines. In this particular stretch of urbanity, you can see a large and bright stretch of green between swathes of trains and bridges and buildings. Three young punks crossed the bridge the other way, with their skateboards and their haircuts and their awkward sexual tension. On the grass, far off, was a woman with dark skin and a long, flowing white skirt. She was throwing a stick to three brown-red dogs. She would run with them, they would run around her, she threw the stick really far.