Three. Sun shining into window of our rundown tiny grad student apartment.
Aug 4, 2024
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been bumpin n boppin while doing dishes and cleaning my room and hanging up new posters :))) esp loving Sammy Virji on blast!!
May 16, 2024
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love feeling like Iām in a coming of age movie,. dancing in my kitchen with my dog to old frank sinatra while cooking pasta
romanticize ur life! be more silly :)
Jan 23, 2024
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my dad who is an obsessive audiophile gifted me nice big speakers for my apartment and now all i want to do is listen to my favorite tunes in the living room. i understand why my dad spends all his time in his sound room now. my roommates also love it and now we can rival the speakers of the frat boys who live below us.
Jan 24, 2024
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Oct 13, 2024
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So vulnerable, I have to be sincere. European and American art galleries historically are not only promoters of great art, they are creators of markets. That may be where you could shift focus.
Your worth is that you are young, eating rat, living a life of passion, filth, messiness, body horror (per my comment on such) unique and unknown to those with money. They crave you, not for your art. That's worthless to them. The art, as photographs per Sontag in my other rec, is simply a receipt that they owned a piece of your lifestyle for a moment. No one who will buy your art will likely give a fuck about your art. Stop seeking those. Find the Glengarry Glen Ross customers seeking life, escape from drudgery, a need to prove something to themselves. Let your art be that for them.
Enough bs theory, now for implementation. You won't sell your art, but you can sell the frustration, bloodsweattears, dedication, sacrifice that drips from your post. You can do so by simultaneously reminding yourself you are not creating ART but CREATING art. Your work and worth is not on a canvas. It's not the art. It's in you, the artist.
May 11, 2024
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A model friend/client and I stepped out from dinner for a smoke and were having a tipsy discussion about an issue with her company. Some doorman came up to tell us to move because we were blocking the entrance, which we weren't. I was irked, but my friend guessed he likely stereotyped her being in a lover's quarrel. Irked for a different reason, I called out, "Dude, we're discussing business! She's my boss!" In hindsight, I appreciated how he handled what he mistook as a domestic dispute by creating a false diversion to redirect our attention.
Most people get involved in others' drama because they think they know better. Most people don't because they're insecure they're misunderstanding. He was appropriately in between.
Jun 5, 2024