Photo II, Spring 2006

Zaki Jarre’s piece seems much like the artist himself. It has a sweet tenderness that you want to protect but it carries with it a sort of dangerous naiveté that will get him hurt one day. That’s bullshit right? I like his piece. I like that he took an image that wasn’t so powerful and gave it a frailty. The silk does that. The stitching does that. He seems to be hovering over dangerous waters but never falling in. It is the magic trick that is being young.

I think he doesn’t care though. Its lack of preparation was unsettling. It seemed thrown up on the wall and that bothers me. The wall was the wrong place for it. It needed a box or table to lay on. It needed to be kept as precious as it was. I don’t think he cared much and that’s coming form interaction with him and his lack of presence at the show.

Good art is so rare. You know?

I have great ideas and lousy follow through. He has real technique and no concern. It’s like a joke except without the nun and the priest. It seems like he might care more. Maybe he does, just not at the moment.