It’s been a big week for going out with friends, and reconnecting with the past. On Tuesday I saw Chris play, and while there ran into Sarah Schulman, Joe, who produced my project at BAM a dozen years ago, and CW, one of the members of my high school art nerd pack. Wednesday and Thursday I went to TES meetings (later I’ll post a picture of how good my boots look after Thursday’s class). Yesterday I went with Dominic to the Marina Abramović show at MoMA. I wasn’t as moved by it as I was by the Picasso print show that is also up there. But there, in the middle of the throng of oddly (or perhaps typically) behaving New Yorkers I saw Ben, one of my oldest friends, and one of the ringleaders of the aforementioned pack. As D remarked, he had a full shaman/priestly outfit thing going. Since it’s been a good 20 years since we last saw each other, I had to introduce myself. There was something fitting about hooking him up with Dom,given many of their overlapping interests.
After a bit more art viewing and a burger at the Parker Meridian, I scooted downtown for a quick interview with someone I’m going to be working with for a future class. And then I bought a new mop at the hardware store, so I could finish up the job I started on my kitchen floor. I should have checked the package to see if it said single use, because seconds after I got done with my first pass on the linoleum, the metal handle came apart in my hands. I’m strong, but not that strong. In fact, I’m not even strong. My privileged consumer heart is outraged by the shoddiness of the thing.
Today I’m off to see a group of young artists perform a kind of anti retrospective of Abramović works at 25CPW. I suppose I’ll be the one standing around with a broken mop in my hands.
Tags: art, cleaning, friends, irritation, new york life, performance