new developments and things are moving much quicker than i can control them. it's almost like an invisible force pushing me.
leaving you now with 6 new original artwork just installed and available in the wooster street gallery where david is busy processing orders. hard at work.
or so i've been told.
the weather is unbelievable in ny. almost regret flying out.
for the next few weeks i'll be assisting a friend on set in the los angeles area with her new film. i have a few paintings and lambda prints there so if you're interested in viewing them in the evenings, contact the studio
"hello, miss"
"yes?"
"can you help me pick out a pillow? my wife just left me and i don't know the first thing about choosing a good one."
"this one's nice. egyptian cotton, down, hypo-allergenic."
[price tag: $415]
"you'll need just one."
hope he recovered.
i often repeat myself. forgive me i type a 1000 miles an hour and speak to tons of people a day. it tends to happen.
went to museum of the moving image this weekend. wanted to see kitchen but didn't get up in time to get to all the way to astoria. so we watched or i should say experienced beauty #2 instead. which was preceded by poem posters (very good). when warhol was asked to comment on people's perception of his films as porns, he replied, "isn't that great". i'm not going to comment on the film only to say when it was over and i had to get out of bed with them couldn't help but have an eerie sense of nostalgia. viewing edie sedgwick's imperfect pale body stretched out on the bed for over an hour and i long for a day when we could get back to seeing things such as flabby legs and wrinkles as works of art.
i don't have flabby legs. and i can't wait to get wrinkles. not sure why i needed to say that to everyone. the internet makes me do weird things. i'm a nerd that rollerblades around her studio. and i admit i can't stop working i have a prooobbbllleemm. yesterday i walked into my studio where ian was having some kind of ruckus with meringue music playing. i stayed til 5 in the morning and there are still people there. i'm afraid it's becoming a half-way house. need to vacate.
drama mama empire
i'm doing it as fast as i can. if i told you that at least a dozen other people are working on this project would you stop. when it's all done it will represent what's all good and wholesome and u.s.a.
alright, i'm being summoned. it's cold out. the sun's out. have a lovely day!
yet another blog added to my feed. i figure since i'm moving to the hood i should get to know my neighbors. we have stuff in common already. well, we both dislike corporate america taking over our hourly caffeine injections.
and, um, blood stained sidewalks? check it out
sunday was very annoying. with pranks and idiots for friends.
if you're an artist who needs a little motivation, read this. oh mr. hirst i had no idea. makes me want to send my portfolio out. which i've never actually done.
today we're heading out to visit some artists in their studios. i've been in the ny art world now for almost 7 (SEVEN!) years. but viewing it from this angle is very different. many artists i know have simply given up after not hearing back from galleries or dealers. but i have to say that choosing artists is not as simple as whether or not the work is well executed- you won't get anywhere if it's not- but mostly if it fits into the gallery's scheme, marketable to their collectors, and so on. and there are so many galleries here that eventually you'll find the right fit. keep producing your art and when you get rejected make more art and wait. there's a chinese proverb that says it takes centuries for dripping water to make a mark on the rock beneath it. be as patient as water on rock. (actually i learned that a while back from kung fu classes but it certainly applies here to some extent).
the hottest place in town is not any bacteria infested bar on the LES but bowery whole foods. can't recall how we survived before it opened. i've run into people there i hadn't seen in months. and on my way there right now.
