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Anything I do, I spend a lot of time. I do it with passion and intensity. I want to be in charge.
— Eli Broad
Image from Broad Museum site. (All other images mine.)

Image from Broad Museum site. (All other images mine.)

The Broad Museum opened up in September 2015 in downtown Los Angeles. Admission is free, but tickets are booked up months in advanced, especially for a weekend date. I jumped on reserving tickets before the museum opened. I have been lucky enough to go to The Broad twice, in November and in February, with two groups of friends. 

I was particularly excited to see the Infinity Room. I had gone to a Kusama exhibition in New York two years ago, and although I got to see much of her incredible work, the line for the Infinity Room was 3 hours long. This November at the Broad, I was again unable to see the exhibit. I learned that the only way to see the room is to get tickets for the museum for 10 or 11 am and claim a spot in line when you arrive. I was successful in February when I did just that. Rob and I had to wait 4 hours to see it (our friends decided to skip), but we leisurely went through the museum, had a lovely brunch at The Otium next door, and were texted when we could enter. It ended up being a lovely day.

After Rob and I had spent hours in the museum and seen the Infinity Room, we went back to my favorite exhibit in the building, The Visitors by Ragnar Kjartansson. We sat in the room for about an hour. I had been feeling extremely stressed and upset that week, sitting in the corner in the dark, surrounded by soothing music and beautiful images was the best therapy I could have had. I never wanted to leave. 

The Broad Museum gives a short description on their website: "The Visitors features nine musicians in various rooms at Rokeby farm in upstate New York, a decaying nineteenth-century mansion known for its romantic setting and gloomy charm. Each performer uses different instruments and plays the lyrics in their own deeply felt ways in one long, extremely impressive sixty-four-minute take. The screens in the gallery project all at once, resulting in a collective experience for the viewer. Together, the videos create what critic Hilarie M. Sheets calls an “entirely absorbing ensemble piece that was alternately tragic and joyful, meditative and clamorous, and that swelled in feeling from melancholic fugue to redemptive gospel choir.”

Although it doesn't do it justice, I posted a video below of The Visitors at a previous gallery. Skip to 3:40 for one of my favorite songs in the piece which also happens to be last song in the 64 minutes.

The Broad is terrific. If you live in LA or know when you will be making a trip here, reserve tickets. There's no need to wait in line to see the museum.

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We never shape the world she says. The world shapes us.
— Toni Morrison, A Mercy

A Lil Love Letter to Snapchat

If you follow me on SnapChat, you know my obsession with the app. Unlike any other social platform, Snap isn't about likes, comments, attention, or notoriety. It's about sharing moments, thoughts, experiences with people you choose. It's, for lack of a better word, intimate. You can send what you wish to a select few, or post to your story (while still choosing who views it). I love that no one else knows who follows me, who views my stuff, who I am engaging with, who's stuff I view, etc.

It is quick and easy, with no expectation of editing a moment or getting the perfect shot. Nothing is photoshopped, nothing is cropped. It is relaxed. It is organic. 

In case you want to connect with me and see an insight into my daily life: @kateccoffey, just like on everything else.

XLVIII

Human beings are such knotted, desperate pieces of work - it’s a rare thing to know one completely, to the core, and still love him.
— Dean Koontz, Your Heart Belongs to Me

is it weird that i dont know you at all
but i crave you as deeply as the day goes
as darkly as the night cries 

i want pieces and shards of you
lodged in my skin
i want your scent wrapped around
my waist in the morning
i want your lips open with enough space
to fill you. 
i want to feel you

Angel Haze


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XLVI

‘Live each day as if it’s your last’, that was the conventional advice, but really, who had the energy for that? What if it rained or you felt a bit glandy? It just wasn’t practical. Better by far to simply try and be good and courageous and bold and to make a difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you. Go out there with your passion and your electric typewriter and work hard at…something. Change lives through art maybe. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved, if you ever get the chance.
— David Nicholls, One Day

Joshua Tree Camping, February



Desert Sestina by Susan Sink

I feel at home in Joshua Tree’s desert.
There’s peace in the vast emptiness,
the illusion that you could never get lost
because you can see so far, and sounds carry
over desert like they carry over water,
alerting others to your presence on or off the trail.

Have you ever noticed how two women on a trail
will talk and talk, never running empty,
but couples are more quiet? In the desert
they stop briefly to share a bottle of water
as if time together allows them to be at a loss
for words, or many ways to show they care.

I pay attention to these things now; I care
what brought these people to the desert,
and wonder if it makes them feel full or empty,
the barren rock beneath a sky the color of water.
I know it’s hard for anyone to stay on the trail
and in the world, as in the desert, easy to get lost.

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JOSHUA TREE REVISITED by Dawn Huntley Spitz

Ageless rocks stand like desert monuments,
Trees with spiky arms reach toward the sky.
Roads snake into endless wilderness
Distant views bemuse the eye.

Sandy trails slice through unyielding brush
Where shy inhabitants slither, crawl and run,
Bold wildflowers in radiant colors
Lift their heads to the relentless sun.

Vast and wild, the park calls to adventurers
Who roar along its roads in fearless quest.
While those who come to look for sanctuary
Soon discover gifts of beauty, peace and rest.

Some say this place is where the spirits dwell
And who’s to know who has not felt its spell?