Tuesday night I took photos at the PS122 season launch party, curated by Aunts, at Issue Project Room in Downtown Brooklyn. There was performance, dance and video art, food, and wine and beer and really awesome lighting. Here are a few of my faves:
There are no excuses for saying “I’ll be back tomorrow with more details about my Rwanda trip” and then me disappearing for a week. But, if there were excuses, I’d say that it’s because I’m juggling a few things in my life right now, mainly, this cakeface show that’s coming up and being a 12 credit carrying graduate student.
But, no excuses.
Here’s what I’ve been doing. This is not a masterpiece, but, it is a study that’s due for class on Monday inspired by this. Please enjoy the Easter egg palate.
I read this article today and it seemed like maybe all my creativity problems would be solved if I bought this book. But then I went onto The Great Discontent and read like 5,000,000 interviews with people who make excellent work. One might call this being “sidetracked” but I’m just going to call it “research.”
Thursday DB and I went to the Met.
Cloud City was amazing. This summer’s art installations must be all about feeling like you are in fucking outer space. It’s a feeling I relish. Also, after a few drinks, I imagine that going on the structure could also make you vomit, as it distorts things pretty wonderfully. Sometimes you can’t tell if you’re looking up or down or if you are still on a planet that has gravity.
After the Warhol exhibit, which, the security guards reminded us 12,000 times “NO PHOTOS ALLOWED – THIS IS A SPECIAL EXHIBITION” we strolled by Cy and Andy and Anish Kapoor’s concave mirror. We finished the day by going to Versailles and America in the 1800s. We also stopped by a Frank Lloyd Wright house. I love the American wing. It is like real estate on crystal meth, I imagine.
Debbie Millman JUST spoke at Pratt tonight for an AIGA lecture. She was talking about failures. The kinds that you have to deal with in life, and how they got her to where she is today. For my non-designy friends, she is an artist/writer/designer/educator and host of Design Matters. She is also… amazing.
At the beginning, she said when she was 8, she predicted her entire life in a drawing. I laughed. She showed it, it was her, walking down a New York City street with cabs, and two discernable items: a Lays potato chip truck and a bank. I laughed, along with a whole bunch of other people when she said “yep, this pretty much sums up my life.”
Circa 1996, HAC and I used to send each other letters in the mail. There were several letters per week. They were always elaborately decorated and the letters were full of pre-teen bull shit. I have an entire shoebox at my parent’s house devoted to letters from her. We don’t send letters in the mail quite so often now, but we do talk on gchat an awful lot and often our conversations are something like this:
HAC: I hate my job.
Me: I don’t have a job, but I loathe my decision to go to graduate school for graphic design.
The conversations usually evolve from one of us having a bad day and then we voice our concerns that we went into the wrong professions. We torment ourselves with questions like why did we do this to ourselves? etc…
The other week HAC sent me this photo via text:
Those are hand drawn, Crayola markered in envelopes that I decorated in 1996. The accompanying message with the photo was “you are in the right profession, girl.”
Pattern? Graphic marks? Bold colors? I sure was a fuckload more adventurous in my design choices in the 90s. I wish I could tap into my pre-teen self sometimes (uh, no I don’t).. And did I predict my own future? Well, I guess I did. I’m just glad HAC sent a photo of tricked out envelopes and not these shoebox shoes I insisted on making for a good part of 1995.