pomegranates (homage to Yozo Hamaguchi)

Another exhibition at LACMA was a room hung with representations of fruit - including their own wallpaper of garlands of blemished and rotting and ripe fruit - by Fallen Fruit, the LA collaboration that seeks, among other things, to draw attention to quite how much fruit goes to waste in the city.   At least, that's pretty much how it started out, but it's now expanded to encompass all kinds of fruit awareness, from the conditions of Monsanto banana plantation workers to - well, mezzotints.   Yozo Hamaguchi's mezzotint that was on display was of one solo half pomegranate, its pith showing up white against the dark of its seeds, and the burred shadows of the table or whatever other ground it stood on: here, I've borrowed some of the effect, albeit in a dark aqua blue tinted black and white image.  

And I have a new promise to myself: when this house is sold, I'll do what I did when I sold my last house that bore the number 113: buy a print.   Last time, when eventually I sold 113 Marlborough Road, in Oxford, I bought myself a Piranesi print of the ruined temple that now stands just outside Rome's central station.   (I kidded myself that the reason the house wasn't snapped up was that the front door was mysteriously hung upside down, but it may have been the IRA sympathizing drug dealers as neighbors - I managed to get rid of it as student rental housing, in the end)  This time, I have my eye on a gallery that sells Hamaguchis.