#zig x reagan

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Man with a Plan/Zig x MC (Reagan)

SUMMARY: Zig takes drastic measures to help his girlfriend, Reagan, relax and it leads to unexpected results 

Man with a Plan Zig x MC (Reagan)

Reagan was like clockwork.

Anyone who knew her well knew as such. No matter how late she went to bed the previous night or how early or late she had a class the following day or even if she didn't have a class. She was always awake at 6:30.

Though it was technically 6:20. Her bodies alarm clock was 6:20. So every morning she woke up at 6:20 and spent ten minutes in bed, organizing her day, before her eyes on instinct would go to her alarm clock just as it was about to ring, so she could she could shut it off and get up. It was her routine, her pattern.

She'd been like this for as long as she could remember and she had never deviated.

Well, until she started dating Zig.

She was worried at first, that he would find it odd so she delayed him staying over and her staying over at his for longer than she wanted. He knew that she liked her schedules, routines, and patterns but he often worried and expressed it that he felt that she over-schedule herself and within that never ever scheduled any real relaxation time. She argued that she did pointing to all the times they hang out and all the times she spent with her friends. Which he countered with reminding her that whenever she did that she would compensate by staying up too late. He knew her too well.

He always took a gentle approach in his attempt to help her relax. He used her own habits against her, in the nicest way possible. He encouraged her to be a little freer, more flexible. Seeing past her miss perfect preface almost straight away. Showing her that sometimes it was okay to say no and that she didn't need to be there and please everyone.

Much like how she had helped him believe in himself and take chances and try new things. He was helping her. They weren't changing each other. They were encouraging each other to be better healthier people. They balanced each other out. They were what the other needed. That's why they worked. And neither of them could imagine life without the other.

Zig, did understand however that some of Reagan's nuances were too complex for him to deal with. So when she was ready for help he would support her. Though he did what he could to break some of Reagans ridged habits. His latest fixation improvement was the fact that she never slept in.

And this morning was no different.

It was 6:20, on a Sunday and Reagan, was awake.

Doing what she usually did thinking about what she needed to do today. She had finished all her homework, assignments and extra circulars as well as prepped for exams in a couple of months. But she had wanted to do some reading for her upcoming classes. She would have done it last night but she and Zig had gone out last night.

Last night, Reagan couldn’t help but smile. They had gone to a concert for one of Zig’s favorite bands last night and it was incredible. They were both so high on life and they got back to hers late and stayed up even later. It was the perfect night, just the two of them, acting like they had no cares in the world and the only thing that mattered was the two of them, together. And it was only a few hours ago. Exhaustion washed over her at that moment. She was so tired but she was still awake. She couldn’t help it. She looked around her room and then looked at Zig who was sleeping beside her.

He was sleeping on his front while she was on her back. His arm was wrapped around her waist regardless. She enjoyed the morning more when Zig was by her side. His breathing was calming. She liked to watch the rise and fall of his chest. It was nice to listen to, it reminded her that she wasn’t so alone anymore. His grip was tight so she couldn’t move much in fear of waking him. She reached up with one hand and thumbed the edge of one of the many bookshelves that surrounded her bed. Using it as leverage she propped herself up slightly, not enough to disturb Zig, so she could see over Zig and look at her alarm clock. As it should have been going off any second.

But the time changed and nothing happened. Zig must have switched it off. Her immediate thought was to ‘accidentally’ knock off a book and wake him up but she knew that he had done it with good intentions. So she had to figure out a way to get off his grasp gently enough not to disturb him. She settled back down softly. She was by the wall so she couldn’t escape easily. He probably did that on purpose last night as well as switch off her alarm clock and she had been too preoccupied to notice.

“What are you doing?” Zig’s groggy voice suddenly asked from Reagan’s side.

She jumped slightly before looking over at him. Half his face was still buried in the pillow. So only one of his eyes was looking at her.

“Sorry, I was trying not to wake you,” Reagan whispered sliding down back to his eye level.

“That’s not what I asked.” He commented, flipping over so he could lay on his back, like her which meant he finally let go of her waist.

“Go back to sleep, Zig. You had a late night,” Reagan instructed, kissing his shoulder as she sat up.

“But you did too,” He reminded, reaching out for her, “What are doing, Decks? It’s not even 7:00am. It is Sunday. You went to bed at 3:00. Stay in bed with me. Rest, please,”

“I’m not even tried,” She insisted.

“You’re lying,” He countered.

“Then why am I awake?” She offered.

“Because you feel like you need to but you don’t,” He argued, “You have nothing to do today but to relax with me and according to my schedule we are going to sleep for another few hours,”

“I do have stuff today. I need to prep for my classes plus the guys…” She began to list.

“That’s where you are wrong,” He smirked up at her.

“Oh? And you are sure of that?” She questioned.

He nodded.

“Are you going to explain yourself or are you just going to keep lying there?” She inquired.

“Sure,” He grinned beginning to explain, but he continued to lay, “First, I gave you enough time before the concert last night so you could finish all of your seemingly never-ending to-do list of yours so I know you have nothing to do that is due tomorrow on Monday. And I know that all your supposed pre-reading is actual pre pre reading because you are already ahead. So you can afford to skip it today. I made sure that no one is going to bother you or us  today because I told everyone that if they have a problem that they need Reagan for to call me instead.”

“You’ve thought of everything,” Reagan admitted.

“I did,” He nodded, “I turned off your alarm and switched sides while you were sleeping,”

“So I couldn’t escape?” She probed.

“I’ve learned from the many times of trying this and waking up alone that you always find a way. So I put an alarm on my phone under the pillow so I would wake up when you wake up and make sure you didn’t leave,” He continued.

“So I have nothing to do today, at all?” She asked.

“Nothing at all,” He confirmed, “So why don’t you lay back down,”

Reagan slowly slid her legs back under the covers and nuzzled into Zig’s side. His arm wrapped around her and he kissed the top of her as she rested it on his bare chest. She instinctively began tracing his stomach with her finger.

“So I really have nothing to do?” She asked again.

“Well, we can do whatever you want,” He corrected.

“What if I want to work?” She said.

“Besides that.” He chuckled.

“So we have no schedule at all?” She continued.

“Nope,” He confirmed.

“No objectives?” She asked.

“None at all,” He said.  

“But what are we supposed to do without a schedule?” She asked.

“Go with the flow?” He suggested.

“I schedule my flow,” She countered.

“Well, in all honestly I do have a sort of schedule. Only because I thought it would be too much to throw at you on your first ever full day of relaxing,” He sighed, giving in and telling her.

“Then what’s the plan?” She asked eagerly, relieved.

“Stay in bed until 10 or 11 and then do whatever you want.” He explained, simply.

“That’s it?” She demanded.

He nodded.

“But we don’t even know what we are really doing,” She argued.

“Why?” Reagan finally asked.

“Because you deserve to relax, Decks. I’m worried that you are going to ware yourself out. So I took drastic measures so much so that you can’t fight me on this,” He stated.

“I wasn’t going too,” Reagan chuckled.

“Good,” He nodded, “Now close your eyes because I know you are even more tried than I am,”

“There is just one problem,” She said after a couple of moments after Zig had closed his eyes.

“What?” He asked, his eyes flying open.

“I don’t know how to relax,” She confessed, slightly embarrassed.

“Well, you know one way,” He quipped with a wink.

“I meant ways other than that,” Reagan chuckled, swotting him.

“I figured you wouldn’t,” He chuckled, “So I based on what I know. I made a list of all the things you’ve told me you want to do but haven’t ever gotten round to doing because you work so hard all the time,”

He leaned over and opened a draw and handed you the hand written list. Reagan looked over the list, shocked at many things he had remembered, some were from months ago. Bake cookies, catch up on Modern Family, go see a foreign movie at that old cinema she loved to walk-by, go to the library and get a book for fun, have Zig teach you how to dance.

“I can’t believe you remembered all this,” Reagan commented.

“I remember everything you say,” He whispered sincerely, rubbing her arm.

“Why would you do all this, Zig?” Reagan asked seriously, sitting up abruptly and looking down at him.

“Because…” He began, sitting up to after her, he turned to face her, putting his hand on her cheek, “You work so hard and not just at school and stuff. You work hard for everyone in your life, you parents, the guys and me but never for you. You do so much for everyone else on top of all the academic pressure you put on yourself. So I decided even if you didn’t like at first to do this for you. Because you are incredible and deserve it,”

“No one has ever done something like this for me before…” Reagan said, still so overwhelmed by the intentions of his gesture.

“Well, now they have,” He smirked.

“Seriously Zig,” Reagan smiled, “It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,”

“It’s the least I can do,” Zig grinned, “You deserve the world.”

Reagan said nothing. She just got on top oh his waist and looked down at him again. The palm of her hands gliding up and down his torso.Gazing into his eyes. He was surprised at her actions but she could see a small smile form on his lips. His hands went up the back of the shirt she was wearing, his shirt.

“You’re freezing,” He commented, his warm hands cooling against her skin.

“I love you,” She finally spluttered.

His eyes widened and he stared at her in disbelief.

“What…?” He questioned, taken aback.

Now it was her turn to smirk. She leaned down close her hands falling to his hips for leverage. Her lips inches away from his.

“I love you,” She repeated, with more confidence.

It was the first time Reagan had ever told Zig she loved him. It was clear that they did through their actions previously and they had said it in other way but neither of them had said the actual words. But Reagan couldn’t hold it in anymore. She needed him to know how she felt and after what he had done, how could she not be in love with him.

It took Zig a few seconds to recover from the surprise. His eyes lit up and he smirked yet again before wordlessly grabbing hold of her and flipping her over so he was on top of her. He kissed her hard his hands on her face before starting to trail down lower.

“Aren’t you going to say it back?” Reagan asked breathlessly, a slight of self doubt in her voice.

“I was going to show you,” He responded, “You seem to like this grand gesture thing,”

“And you can show me,” She beamed, “But I’d still like to hear the words,”

“I…love…you,” He said kissing her in-between each word, his hands entangling with hers above her head.

“One more time,” She asked.

“I love you,” He repeated.

“I love you too,” Reagan giggled, as he lightly rested his forehead on hers.

“Love me enough to go back to sleep?” He asked.

“I thought you were going to show me how much you love me?” She reminded.

“I am…by cuddling you until you fall asleep,” He winked before yawning almost on cue.

“That wasn’t what I had in mind,” She admitted, slightly dejected.

“We have time what’s on your mind later, remember? They day is yours,” He said, falling heavily beside her and pulling her close once again.

“And I wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone else,” She grinned, turning and kissing his nose briefly.

“Good night Decks, I love you,” Zig chuckled as he closed his eyes in attempt to wind down but his soul was electric and his heart with racing knowing that today was the first of a lifetime that he would get to tell Reagan he loved her.

“I love you too,” She returned.

Reagan shut her eyes and fell asleep to the sound of heartbeat and the fact that today was in the first day in a lifetime of telling Zig how much she loved him.

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MARTIN PURYEAR: Multiple Dimensions

Internationally recognized, well exhibited, and critically acclaimed sculptor Martin Puryear currently has a fantastic show of drawings and prints on view at the Art Institute of Chicago. (An iteration of this show was at the Morgan Library through January 10, 2016.) The works included in this tightly curated exhibition span the artist’s career, from his time in Sierra Leone in the early-mid ’60s to a recent batch of etchings.

In laying out the show roughly chronologically, the curators create a fluidity that the Morgan version lacked, allowing the viewer to track Puryear’s progress from a fine draftsman to a respected sculptor. Multiple Dimensions succeeds because it presents these works, many of which have not previously made it out of Puryear’s studio, as more than sketches that simply register the development of a sculpture realizing its final form. Rather, the exhibition gives the works on paper critical attention, links the concerns embedded in them to those of his sculptures, and demonstrates the breadth and depth of Puryear’s inquiry into how organic, abstract forms can resonate politically.

On the first wall of the show hangs a cluster of drawings, mostly in ink and mostly with line, that demonstrate Puryear’s early dedication to close looking. After college, Puryear joined the Peace Corps to teach French, English, and biology in Sierra Leone, one of two countries in West Africa where American slaves had been repatriated. Puryear refused to take a camera because he didn’t want what he was seeing to be filtered through its lens.[1] Instead, he drew what he saw—houses, figures, animals, foliage—with a confident thin line, hatched shadows and delicate ink washes, sometimes adding brief, written captions like “grass roofed house in area across from our house.” These are drawings Puryear has kept in his various studios (in Williamsburg in the ’70s, Chicago in the ’80s, and the Hudson Valley currently) for decades, drawings he made before he realized he was a sculptor.

They are interesting not only in that they are beautiful, delicate and well-composed, but also because they anticipate the formal interests that crop up repeatedly throughout his career: how things are constructed, how texture and surface—of skin, grass, thatch, and cloth—vary. The tight grip of Joseph Momoh’s hands (Untitled (Joseph Momoh), 1965) foreshadows the attention Puryear would give to his joinery. In the oval forms that comprise Gbago’s neck and the cactus (Gbago, 1966, and Cacti, 1965), we see Puryear looking both to document his surroundings and to understand how parts fit together. The drawings reveal how the Adam’s apple meets the neck skin, how the plant’s tubercles protrude from its spine, how the beetle’s legs attach to the stomach (Rhinoceros-Beetle—Female, 1965). In his sitters’ casual poses and frank gazes, these drawings expose the familiarity that Puryear cultivated with the community he was teaching and living, the Mende. These drawings are rooted in that time and in that place, which Puryear has called, in a 2016 conversation with Theaster Gates,“one of the most important experiences I could have had […] to finish college, go into the Peace Corps, and live among people who lived in the place, the part of the world that stamped me, as a black American.”[2]

Indeed, after leaving Sierra Leone to study at the Royal Academy in Sweden, Puryear made a number of prints that reworked the drawings he made in Africa. Modifying these images to make Gbow’s Gard (1966) and Gbago, Puryear added further compositional complexity and subtle tonal gradation. As a result, these prints—which resemble beautiful postcards—have a higher level of finish than the drawings. Alongside the prints that register his memory of Sierra Leone, Puryear made etchings of different architectural structures that are rooted in reality—in actual, monumental forms that Puryear transposed onto copper and then onto paper: Belltower, Stonehenge I, Stonehenge II, and Gate (all 1966).

In 1967, something new happened in Puryear’s work. The monumental became the archetypal. Puryear subsumed the real, architectural forms he had transposed into rounded mounds: Zig (1966 – 67) and Klot (1967). The thatched roof of the Mende huts was incorporated as a zigzag pattern; it lost its site specificity but kept its textural sensuality. Both Zig and Klot required multiple steps to achieve the final image and demonstrate Puryear’s dedication to craft, to the precise execution of the technical, and often finicky, process of printmaking. In using two plates for Zig and four plates for Quadroon (1966 – 67), Puryear broke away from the rectangular format that drawing and etching expect. Image and form converged; abstraction became Puryear’s language.

In titling this evocative piece Quadroon, Puryear acknowledged the social connotations of the image he made. He arranged three blush colored plates and a black plate around a diamond of blank paper, at once evocative of an orifice and an acknowledgement of the complexity of racial categorization. After all, “quadroon” was a widely popular term used to refer to an individual who had one black grandparent and three white ones. It is interesting that this piece came after his time in Sierra Leone, a time when a shift in context might have allowed him to recognize how deeply, yet how falsely, the binary of black and white exists in the American conception of race, how society has developed terminology dedicated to the classification that helps keep that hierarchy entrenched.[3] Throughout his career, Puryear has often used titles like this to hint, subtly or overtly, at the so-called “content” of the work; yet his art never feels illustrative of an idea. Rather, it is suggestive and deeply personal; the title functions as an ex post facto name in which Puryear makes textual a feeling or idea he sees in the piece.

In its selection of drawings, Multiple Dimensions suggests that Puryear’s drawing practice anticipates his sculpture not only in that it often provides a carpenter’s guide for what he must execute, but as a way for him to find his forms. In preparatory drawings, Puryear works in two dimensions, looking to the third. His drawings speak to a future thing that will exist beyond the paper, in our space. But, in some drawings, we see Puryear repeating himself to find the forms that will reappear in his sculpture. These drawings register discovery. In a charcoal drawing from 1990, “Drawing for Untitled,” he makes an elongated head and neck form, reminiscent of a Fang Mask, a Brancusi sculpture, and a drinking vessel. This elegant, evocative form informs many of his later sculptures, such as Bearing Witness (installed 1997), which stands outside the Ronald Reagan Building in Washington DC, and Guardian Stone (2002), which was commissioned to sit outside TV Asahi’s headquarters in Tokyo. Many of Puryear’s commissioned sculptures use large formats so that the piece’s scale is divorced from its source, abstracting the thing and making it just unrecognizable enough to surprise. Puryear’s drawings, too, often feel bigger than their actual size. And here, Puryear demonstrates his accomplished sense of how to manipulate space, whether that is the plane of the paper or the places where he installs his public sculpture.

The final selection of works is perhaps the most exciting and illuminating in demonstrating the sustained process by which Puryear makes drawings and etchings to discover his forms and then uses drawing to plan their construction. In 2003, Puryear made two graphite drawings, both titled Drawing for Untitled. The smaller one renders a shaded, three-dimensional form—shaped almost like an elephant’s seated body—that curves to leave a key-shape opening. The larger flattens this form to reveal a cross-sectional slice, which looks to be made of stacked wood or stone. In two other Drawing from Untitled also from 2003, Puryear adds two more holes and softens any sharp edges. He elaborates on these forms in a more complex drawing, Untitled (2003), made with charcoal and conté crayon, so that the textures of the drawing suggest the material of the sculpture he seems to be planning. In 2012, Puryear made an etching of this more complicated form, suggesting cogs in some kind of machine. On view are two maquettes, Untitled, Maquette for Deichman Library, Oslo (2013), and Shackled (2014). The latter’s title, along with its prominent cuff, presages the forty-foot wooden sculpture Puryear plans to install in Madison Square Park in May 2016. More than a decade in development, this sculpture, crowned with an oversized gold shackle, will function as a temporary and hugely visible memorial to the slave trade so important to the growth of New York City.

Endnotes. [1] Mark Pascale and Ruth Fine, Martin Puryear: Multiple Dimensions. (Yale University Press, 2015): 33. [2] “Artist Conversation: Martin Puryear and Theaster Gates.” The Art Institute of Chicago (February 4, 2016) 30’27’’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LVmdOrC91c [3] Ibid. 37’50’’

  Source: The Brooklyn Rail / Kate Liebman. Link: MARTIN PURYEAR: Multiple Dimensions Illustration: Martin Puryear [USA] (b 1941). 'Untitled (State 1)', 2016. Intaglio in 3 colors on Hahnemuhle Bright White paper with deckled edge (104 x 101.5 cm). Moderator: ART HuNTER.

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