All Day

So this is reality too, come in                                                                                                                 and now you’re here, all swept                                                                                                                up for you the floor shiny                                                                                                                      and our wonderful pal, the                                                                                                            antelope clatters its little hooves                                                                                                           on the floor to eat from your                                                                                                               hand, all the pictures                                                                                                                              you love on the walls and                                                                                                                     your favorite books read                                                                                                                 themselves aloud, and you                                                                                                                     can leave if you want to, just                                                                                                                turn the page or have the kids                                                                                                           come over for cake, little Louie                                                                                                          from downstairs, he likes you                                                                                                                 so much he brings his friends                                                                                                                 too, the twelve year old girl,                                                                                                                  She loves it here we give her                                                                                                                shiny hair and crackling                                                                                                                  petticoats. It’s always                                                                                                                              just after school and                                                                                                                                just before supper. The                                                                                                                           flower in the flowerpot smiles                                                                                                                  all day in the sunshine                                                                                                                           and waves its little                                                                                                                                   leaves when you come home. Such                                                                                                          a bright yellow floor and                                                                                                                            such a big cozy bed                                                                                                                                         It says Hey Get Up or                                                                                                                              You’ve got a temperature or                                                                                                                  Stay here with me                                                                                                                                     let’s watch TV all day.                                                                                                                     Sometimes there’s a moon                                                                                                                     when we’re alone but                                                                                                                               like always the grinning                                                                                                                         kind that hangs from a                                                                                                                            thin wire. Oh yeah, the                                                                                                                          stars have five neat points                                                                                                                      The coffee pot giggles and                                                                                                                      the dishes wash themselves with                                                                                                             their little rubber gloves                                                                                                                    squeaking and laughing.                                                                                                                        You have that effect on things                                                                                                               and even the bathroom,                                                                                                                            so often left out of things,                                                                                                                           is happy, when you’re                                                                                                                                   

                                              home.

Oct 25                                                                                                                                                                  

        1978 RR

Emily Sundblad (b. 1977, Sweden) is an American-based, Swedish-born painter, gallerist, and musician. She co-founded and co-directs Reena Spaulings, an art collective and gallery located in Chinatown that exhibits one of the most consistent programs in New York. As an artist in her own right, Sundblad is known for her vibrant paintings—especially of flowers, which she describes as “a good empty subject.” Her approach is that of a Sunday painter—humble and modest, using oil, pastel, gouache, and watercolor in “a simple impulse to record everyday life.” As a musician, Sundblad sings with a dulcet, violin-like tone and works in traditions she considers populist: country, punk, torch songs, and British, American, and Mexican folk music.