February 2007 Archives
i have no idea where my previous post went but just as i predicted with the notorious jet blue.. they cancelled my flight. anyway ny isn't so bad :-) promise to have another open house before the fall and be there.
loved the fine art fairs this year. i made it out to 2 art shows and 2 gallery breakfasts. i'm happy to report that many have decided to increase their up and coming artist numbers. and we couldn't be more pleased.
weeeeeeeeeeeee! good times with iran are coming our way soon.. and to celebrate i have a new desktop background for you just right click and enjoy:
p.s. to everyone who emailed me saying i was out of my mind the pres knows better- i told you so..
this should be fun. drinks (or crack) anyone?
went out to a function at bubble lounge this week. you know you're getting old when you need to nap during the day to get through it. lately my energy begins dwindling by late afternoon. and before you say its my diet let me tell you that i have never had a BigMac or other such fast food in my life simply because my parents never allowed it as a child and i took that into adulthood. i wouldn't know what it even tastes like but i presume something to the effect of a delectable cardboard. seriously there was a time in my life when i could go days without sleeping. now, i might need to begin refueling.
met Carson Kressley from queer eye for the straight guy. he took much better to abe than me. (hmm.. wonder why?) but i'm never ignored when i look like a drag queen- which happens to be most of the time. i do tend to overdo everything with outrageous outfits on my nights out. on days out also, why not? candace bushnell put it best in an interview with rolling stone magazine when asked about her crazy outfits, "it's not like i have to be at an office job or anything." but on those miraculous nights i do tone it down, i usually become invisible. fags.
watched the movie the ground truth. it's graphic people so use with caution. if you haven't heard of it read the new york times review here. has the white house been transformed into an asylum yet? bush responded wednesday at a press conference: it is difficult to assess the situation in iraq for himself since he has- "never been on the ground in iraq". he lives in- "this beautiful white house." at least he was being honest. an aid of conscience should turn the channel on his tv to a real station rather than the fabricated fox- faux- news.
i'm excited to see Annie Leibovitz: A Photographer's Life, 1990-2005 exhibition at the San Diego Museum of Art. my dentist is there so two birds with one stone. missed the exhibit at the brooklyn museum.
see you in cali.
i got my hands on a cnn press pass so i'll probably be attending most of them next week.
the ny theatrical arts scene is a circus. even if it's just off-off broadway. brooklyn off.
our opening show was this weekend and we were children back in kindergarten. someone not showing up because he looked "particurlarly dirty that day." another with a more urgent engagement. others hungover.
but i, like a good girl, show up on time with no under eye circles or puffiness, brushed hair pulled back and what do i get? i got yelled at! never in my life that i can remember have i had to endure the shouting of someone in my face -not my parents- no one- ever! and especially not due to someone else's incompetence. and i certainly don't have to take it this time. it's not my play and i shouldn't have to shoulder the burden of others. i can write my own play, and rent my own theater, and put on my own show. you know why? because this is new york mf city. city of great expectations in which people can do anything they can conjure up. everything's attainable. just dream and this is the place to do it. so i don't have to tolerate anyone's pompous overly exaggerated ego. i can walk out and darling you won't have anything to say about it.
i kept those thoughts to myself.
bundled up like an eskimo and still freezing. this is so not kosher.
last night i went to a prince-themed party (sans the artist himself) inspired by the superbowl half-time show. it drew in a crowd from the east, the west, uptown and downtown, as well as the b&t. the dj played just his albums and mixed it up. we stayed all night and i only know that because i got a rude awakening this morning that i was late for a meeting for the new gallery. so put the biggest coat i could find on and rushed out which i hate b/c ppl going to work can't see the wedding ring beneath the gloves and even if they did it wouldn't matter 'walk of shame' would just be running through their perverse, pre-caffeine minds. never fear. i actually won't be running the place.. need to be out there networking :)
p.s. maybe not in soho. the place has become very commercialized and not suitable for living or this new place. plus the only galleries i really like in soho are pop! and opera gallery and a couple of others i can't remember right now.
p.p.s. we'll be in tel aviv and elat so if anyone will be vacationing there this summer drop me a line maybe we can meetup.
keep warm. and have a very nice weekend.
new giclees are available from the everyday life series. all 4 originals have sold to one collector during the last open house. they are all the same size so they may be hung together.
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the intention was not to be morbid with these works but to celebrate death. i believe in an afterlife. and death is a time to rest for the paradise ahead. in new orleans jazz playing instrumental magicians follow corpses to their burial site. all events are as how we perceive them to be.
i'm holding an open house in the culver city studio the last week in feb/first in march. email to make an appointment. i won't be here in the summer so the plan is to hold this open house and one more in nyc before then.
and it was a very eventful weekend. dress rehearsal on friday night and embarrassed myself terribly b/c i don't know which direction is stage exit left- or right for that matter. we saw factory girl at angelika. was distracted with the subway going by every 7 minutes and my seat vibrating (the screen was in the basement). perhaps not the vibrations so much as the superficial acting in a made for the mainstream movie. my hollywood insider said the premiere had totally different scenes and that this end was lame. didn't get to see the end b/c we had to be somewhere by midnight. we visited with friends in greenwich, ct on sunday. is it me or is sunlight different there? maybe less polluted. i may soon be banished from the kingdom of manhattan because my body fat is below 18%. and finally i'm working on a new series that so far 2 galleries have shown interest in. will be very different then work i have previously exhibited.
also i have some new artwork coming up this week..
well that was a mouthful and i need to go feed it so good night :)
