if you thought i hadn’t posted a blog in a while because i was saving up all these awesome events and was in venice and no uploady cord
you will be sad
rosson (fingered here) is in venice, so is jack and fabiola and a million others but not me
i gotta get new gallery open and get the money and make things happen
good think i have team!
you know nothing ever gets accomplished without team
its a weird interaction though because nothing gets accomplished either without SINGULAR VISION
the crisis of having gallery is not just building team but having the strength of vision to both imagine the thing, in all its detail, a cohesive logical well-entheorized thing, but then to communicate that strength of vision to create team
which sometimes makes one feel terribly terribly solitary, crushed by the obligation to see the future and then shape it to one’s ends
i make sad food for one and try to grab the future by the balls
i watch Trailer Park Boys on my Ipad with a bad connection and get wasted and take photos of it
i read this book and it appears that no other gallerists have my same method of drunkeness/ipod/camera/future-by-balls
but did you know!
when i was at Dartmouth i started an art gallery there called AREA and for one of the shows i taped poor Jordan Benke to the wall jsut like Maurizio did!
he passed out on the wall from lack of circulation and too many pot brownies but he was up there a good hour or so!
pregnant belly about to be full of guacamole
i was sad because i got a google alert that was this long conspiracy article about how Jeffrey is secretly helping me or making money from me or some sad weird made up nonsense
it made me feel crazy, that people don’t understand that i am totally abandoned, left to myself to either make something out of this or to have nothing
and what a huge pressure on me (put there mostly by myself) to MAKE SOMETHING and not let things be nothing
how could this guy, instead of sympathizing that in the past three months i have dragged a huge SOMETHING out of a murky swamp of shitty nothing, nearly singlehandedly, at huge personal expense mentally and physically, and instead try to tease out from my blog a crazy story of secret boss manipulation
im dancing around showing you the gallery because i want it to be the biggest best surprise for our opening June 9th. i want everyone to be as happy as i am that we now have an awesome space to program amazing shit for downtown
not just a great space but THREE creepy basements too!
should this creepy basement be
“the dirt room” (unknown)
i mean there are so many things!!!!
please tell me things you want and i will try to provide them
as long as you dont say “witchy girl street art room”
i really liked the directness of this message
blurry graffiti train means im going to DC!
not quite as glamorous as venice but there you go
reading a nice american writer on my nice american train
i like how none of the fonts used are as good as the natural font on the building
i don’t remember what i was musing over on the train
probably thinking about being on my own and what that will be like, probably thinking about my aged parents, probably trying to imagine gallery
im trying to communicate a mood here, are you feeling it?
staring out of windows drinking whiskey
yay its my mom!!!
i showed her how to make hair bubushka like me
she showed me her increasing cat collection
there are way too many of you and you know it
i give them funny presents i bought them in russia
the thing i saw most of were slugs
i need to do things that take me out of myself and liberate my poor brain
HONK if you like canadian geese
i almost rollerbladed over a big black snake! look its its tail disappearing
this is very “DC Memorial Day”
i went to the Folger Theater instead
i see my mom’s head!
the play was Cyrano and it was great
girls only caring about a man’s looks and not his intellect?
i think they got it backwards
this was my favourite photo i took the whole trip
swimsuit makes me feel pasty, gangly, and jiggly all at once
i got really sunburned as everyone should on Memorial Day
well, i peeped in on my parents long enough
they are doing good and they really want me to visit them more
that about sums it up
i found some green that nick had hidden somewhere in the apartment? or lost. and the TV made me think it woudl be fun to smoke it? who knows
it helped me install the airconditioner awesomely
it made me feel like my house was very lonely and empty
if having a kinda difficult someone in my life is so distracting according to all my friends, why do i feel way more distracted by the feelings caused by not having him?
six of one, half a dozen of some other?
the third show at the Hole will be something like this
is it Wise to Guess what is Nekst?
it might Lead to Arguing
12 thoughts on “panache / ganache”
yo know your awesome when people write conspiracy theories about you
batting cage in the basement!!!
I think I love you.
You are one of the strongest/most independent girls I have ever seen/known…you just need to surround yourself with the right peeps and you will be O.K. You have the chops/smarts/connections…, now, just do it!
i was going to diss you for rollerblading but i was just too happy you finally updated! next time though im calling you a pussy or something…
only boring idiots have the time to think up tales about former bosses running galleries behind the scenes while also running museums. but we all know that you’re awesome and that you are making your own mark out there.
and you should put a pool in the basement.
a HOSPITAL in the basement please -and a sign that reads.
IN THE EVENT OF A NUCLEAR WAR THIS HOSPITAL WILL BE TURNED INTO AN ART GALLERY….
or upstairs viceversa!
i think the basement should be a secret social club. didn’t you always want a secret club when you were a kid? put in a little bar and some folding tables and you could make it so people had to know the secret sign and pay membership dues and then they can come in and drink freely and speak in hushed tones. any new members would have to be voted in, all that shit. all kinds of shit would get plotted down there.
please please please leave one part of the basement as a creepy basement space, they are the most fun to put art in! and to see art in, the creepier the better!
i co-sign for pool party basement fun! i love ‘art from behind’ shot. haha YO plz hit me up if u need any help at the new gallery i’m willing to help out!!!!
Kathy get over your fascination with graffiti. It’s a juvenile activity. Did the playhouse have a working amplifier headset for W. this time?