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
im listening!!!! talk to me
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
they make me breakfast
i give them funny presents i bought them in russia
we went birdwatching
i see green
that’s about it
the thing i saw most of were slugs
yes those are rollerblades
i need to do things that take me out of myself and liberate my poor brain
that aren’t drugs
like rollerblading 11 miles
HONK if you like canadian geese
i almost rollerbladed over a big black snake! look its its tail disappearing
glen is with two n’s?
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
Sarah Perpich’s pool!
swimsuit makes me feel pasty, gangly, and jiggly all at once
art from behind!
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
back to work i guess
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?
one fish two fish
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