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
Tick tick thunk
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…. Continue Reading
Dwindling…
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
Paring…
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
Almost alphabetical…
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…. Continue Reading
Long time coming…
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Onward
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Testing the fields
This morning’s dream was once again one of finding a new place to live/ exhibit work. In my dreams I’m often looking at apartments, trying to find that old studio in the space I had before (that’s one of the strange things, that all these different buildings I’m in in the dream world are somehow… Continue Reading
Aw now…
Sit down in the new chair, in the newly cleaned room. Put the board on your lap. Drink the iced espresso you made. Retrieve the machine, open it, turn it on. Stop the shuffle, so that you can listen to the rest of Loveless, because it feels like what you need. Think about what you… Continue Reading
We can try to make it something…
Long talk last night with a friend that brought some issues to mind. Falling out of a community can leave one bereft. And more than I think we like to admit, works of art are dependent upon the superstructure of community to not only make sense but to even come into being. We often are… Continue Reading