This sculpture is in the Sculpture Park next to the NOMA, New Orleans Museum of Art. Sadly, it's called, 'Too Late' and is a response to the hurricane Katrina - all too candid, a ladder at an empty window and the house already gone. Its a pity it has to be named 'Too Late' poignant as it is, I mean it could have been 'Just in Time' and more optimistic. Well I thought so, especially since New Orleans has risen from that tragedy, although, of course, many won't get over it. And tomorrow we are going to see the hurricane exhibition in the Presbytère - Louisiana State Museum. I have mixed views about it. Its a historical must see but I like to see artistic responses rather than historical ones. But that's ok, everything is easy in the Big Easy, you take your time, nice and slow, the waitress in the restaurant this morning took my order for scrambled eggs, bacon and grits and asked if I wanted juice, water, bloody mary? 'A bloody mary,' I replied, 'Well its New Orlins, Hun...' Yup she called me 'Hun' and, yes the locals pronounce it, 'New Orlins' - which I rather like - that and being called 'Hun'. Here's a Louisiana boy who ended up in Chicago, damn right I've got the blues...
