the most embarrassing part of this photo is that I am reading a John Grisham novel I found in the house
i guess i will wait to bore you with another huge art fair in another post!
we lost the battle
but its ok because we are winning the war
haha I am reading David Copperfield
unfortunately for the second time
and it turns out it is this weird superstitious thing where some babies are born with like some membrane over their face and that people would collect and sell them to sailors as a apotropaic trinket for drowning
what the fuck is that about
then at Deitch I remember hearing Jeffrey do the same thing, saying “This Chris Johanson work is his best piece, it captures his life and his world view with raw vitality, infusing every gesture and shape with his ideosyncratic and chiefly human sensibility” or whatever
jesper had told me he thought they were very handmade and sincere minimal artists and i thought that was him being a dork but when i discussed the works and saw them in person i really did feel the sort of fragility, delicacy, sensitivity of the pieces
i am not precious about the competition of curation and the idea of finding someone myself, the idea of finding something first, i am ok that jesper found and shared with me something he understood first
are you guys enjoying these
I almost decided to post outdated anachronistic job titles instead but then YAWN it was raining out and I didn’t want to walk home until it stopped so YAWN i am using you to entertain myself until the rain stops and YAWN nothing makes one feel alone like sitting in huge gallery listening to the echoes of her keystrokes on the iMac
ugh you know what makes me feel lonely? CLICHÉ
and improper punctuation and grammar
says Whitney Houston
you could say, in a vulgar blogger way, that I am the unahppy child who escapes into books. Even as a child, however, I was profoundly group oriented and desperate for like-minded people who wanted to discuss the books I had read with me. This has not changed
so these bees knees are from another blog!
let’s let some other poor sap do all the work this time
he seems to like the same shit i do anyway!
fuck and now that i have uploaded all these i cant remember where i got them
how do i find it
oh wait browser history
“Sometimes life is too hard to be alone, and sometimes life is too good to be alone.”
Yes! The latter! It is mostly from the feeling that I am the luckiest girl in the world that I feel so empty not sharing that luck with someone
maybe this blogger is friend of asger’s?
oh i found them! where these photos are from. you can too HERE
you guys are gonna get so sick of me
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we had such an interesting talk
Peter’s work and his themes are so vital right now and he has made very similar work for thirty years, with variation of course, but really committed guy, and work stays so fresh
it seems such a cop out to be like “that’s not me” but my real life and my real personality are really different, even just in the fundamental way that in real life i am fairly private and fairly quiet and not the exhibitionist that performing your personality for everyone so often would necessarily suggest
The outwork is finally in place!
the citizens are safe
Here are some defensive military structures.
Tomorrow we are going to learn about some anachronistic job titles:
Trou de loup
Cheval de frise