
For whom are the paintings of Amanda Rodriguez? A true story: In 2003, there was a bubble machine outside a coffee shop on Hennepin Avenue in Minneapolis. On one of the first fine days of spring after a typically brutal winter, a man in a gray business suit ripped down the sidewalk, head bowed into the wind. Encountering the cloud of iridescent soapy globes he startled, gnashed his teeth and mumbled, “GOD DAMN BUBBLES!”, swatting them away angrily with his arms.