Ran by the office today to take care of a few things before the NYE celebration. I have to confess that I am glad that the year has come to a close. While not tragic, much of this year has felt to me like I had hold of the wrong end of a racing lion.
My hopes for the next year: more contemplation, more connection. some time of deep stillness. I’ve been feeding of of manic energy for too long.
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I woke twice during the night. Both times I was dreaming dreaming about being behind the wheel of a car driving very slowly into a steadily worsening situation. “A slow-motion nightmare?” I asked myself as panic forced my eyes open. When I woke for real, the morning sky was wintery for the first time in… Continue Reading
Spent the afternoon at hipster central: The Brooklyn Comic Art and Graphics show and while it wasn’t the transcendent experience it was last year, I still managed to have a good time before the agoraphobia kicked in and I had to beat a retreat to greater Williamsburg and from thence to home. It’s funny, but… Continue Reading
Don’t quite know why I’m feeling as rushed and crushed as I am these days. This semester has tumbled by at work, and I feel like I can barely get my head around the very fact of 2011 itself, now that it is crumbling into dust around me. All in all I feel like I’ve… Continue Reading
Had a breezy art filled Saturday: got to get a peek at one of my favorite artists: Daido Moriyama who was at Aperture recreating a project of his from 1974, attended a reading at White Columns for a book project I participated in, and saw a couple of shows in Chelsea along the way. No… Continue Reading
The crowd near Times Square in all it’s varied unreality. Not a lot to say tonight beyond I’m concerned for my serotonin levels. Watched two episodes of “Prohibition” last night, and woke in the midst of a dream of making art and taking photographs of it. No tags for this post.
The year is shorter. And shorter. It was good day, this first of November. But it also reminds me how few of these days are left to 2011. My apartment has slipped back into mild disarray, and I’m watching more television and reading more comic books, neither of those being activities of which I definitely… Continue Reading
Very little to say this month, but my time has cleared to the point where I can think about it again. It’s been a tumultuous ride both personally and professionally, with a lot of travel mixed in. Right now I’m back at a cafe on Court Street, coffee at hand and the Byrds on my… Continue Reading
Alice Neel, help me grow to my asymmetries. Andy holds the camera like a tender shield. An artist chucks work into the pond and prays by the bank. It’s better for your life to rebuff you in person to your face, than through a wire. Also to kiss you. No tags for this post.