I Believe In Cheap Art.

Judging by the way I can't stop thinking about vintage eyeglasses and cozy beaded cardigans, I think it's safe to say that a trip to Cherokee Street is impending. Sometimes I just feel like I'm being pulled there, lured by the promise of cheap and magical finds at Retro 101 and Ruth's Vintage. I can't resist a good Cherokee day.


Here is "The 'Why Cheap Art?' Manifesto" (found at Beatnick Bob's in the City Museum)




Here is a Frank O'Hara poem for you:


Les Etiguettes jaunes

I picked up a leaf
today from the sidewalk
This seems childish.

Leaf! You are so big!
How can you change your
color, then just fall!

As if there were no
such thing as integrity!

You are too relaxed
to answer me. I am too
frightened to insist.

Leaf! don't be neurotic
like the small chameleon.


Love,
Michelle