Date: 5/29/2017

By hansbellmer

Going on student exchange to New York. I can see myself in a car driving over a bridge, dark skyscrapers lit up by golden light, wintry trees. I’m writing an art essay for uni. I’ve chosen to write about Hans Haacke. I’m trying to think of a connection between Haacke and my programming course. I’m sure there will be one. I’m in a room reading about Gordon Syron (the Australian artist), a crazy old inkjet printout of an article. It seems that he and his wife actually ran small business brothel, where they were the only employees. They always attended clients together, and the article describes their erotic strategies and how they cooperated