Still bugged by the eternal Brancusi, as ever marvelling. Making a bit of a study of the images he made of his work in situ around his studio, as if he’d set in motion a metaverse all his own. “Why talk about sculpture when I can photograph it,” he said. Which prompts a bit of musing for digital art, where 3D renderings are generated through the abstraction of a camera. There’s nothing else quite like these in the history of either sculpture or photography.

Thinking about the history of lace and early digital art. In a room full of Serra and the usual suspects at MOCA, this Ruth Asawa stood out.

Surprise visit this week by a curator from Milan I haven’t seen in years, aka serendipity. Rambling around the usual places yet with her eyes, always learning from how different it feels to see art with different spirits. Then of course the chicest woman I know ropes me into trying on the next cute black satin jacket and we’re swapping favorite songs too loud on the 10 at sunset.