I was trying to make some sort of cute pun with that title, so that we all might know I was talking about the Super Bowl*, but it just turned into an album title. Which is fine, I really like album titles. In fact, the saddest thing about being a non-musical person is that I never get to write lyrics or come up with a band name.

What this post is actually about, is surrealism. Horses where they shouldn’t be, mountains made of sugar.

Let us start with Martha Camarillo‘s project, Fletcher Street. I’ve seen these images kicking around before, but I’ve never posted them. But someone was telling me about white stallions in downtown LA the other day and now I have horses-where-they-shouldn’t-be on the mind.

Here’s more about Fletcher Street, from Martha herself:

Horses? In the middle of the ghetto? Surprisingly, yes. They have been here for years, when the African American community thrived in Philadelphia, before drugs and unemployment steadily encompassed healthy neighborhoods and they disintegrated into urban war zones.

Despite it all, the horses have stayed, and they have because of the small, passionate, dedicated group of men determined to reclaim their neighborhood and their children. In this fight, they use the one thing that they know, love and trust, the horses.

*the only reason I wanted to think about the Super Bowl is because I like blue cheese dip.

There is also a book of this work, and a movie to come, too.

Next up in our surrealism trip are Elisabeth Bernstein‘s quiet Scapes, which are fabricated, and I think, quite lovely.

You can peruse these in real life, too:

The Wild Project

Opening reception: Tuesday, February 9, 2010, 6:00–8:00 p.m.195 East 3rd Street
New York, NY

Ooh, I love made-up landscapes, let’s have more!

These are from Matthew Albanese. And they feel completely different.

I like things that are pink and orange.

ok, the end.