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I'm changing room mates. I think Jess is pretty pissed off, but honestly, its going to be so much better now. For her too, because I know she has a hard time dealing with my weirdnesses. yea, thats right, weirdnesses.
I started at Bagelhead's on the Beach today. It was weird, they were all really new. But the girls seemed cool, and the guys seemed really cool, so I guess they'll get the hang of it soon enough.
Yesterday the generations of the art world were thrown into very sharp relief for me. I went to this gallery down town and talked to this horrendously fat woman who talked constantly about how much pieces in her gallery were worth. I kid you not, her two topics of conversation...comprehension...were herself and money. And she was just so disgusting, and I knew she would hate my art if she ever saw it...Its like...damn, I must have missed the memo to make happy art. Then yesterday night I went to this student art gallery, and it was so beautiful and youthful and no one was in it at that point for the money, and the art was so pure....It was so inpsiring. The one thing that comforts me about that gallery woman is that she's the past of art, not the future.
I think perhaps I should own a gallery someday, so that I can give brand new, unknown artists a shot to be seen. I mean, as long as we're all fighting the same fight, we may as well fight together.
New room mate, new job, new semester...everything's around me is revealing a whole new layer, and I'll be damned if I'm left behind.
I started at Bagelhead's on the Beach today. It was weird, they were all really new. But the girls seemed cool, and the guys seemed really cool, so I guess they'll get the hang of it soon enough.
Yesterday the generations of the art world were thrown into very sharp relief for me. I went to this gallery down town and talked to this horrendously fat woman who talked constantly about how much pieces in her gallery were worth. I kid you not, her two topics of conversation...comprehension...were herself and money. And she was just so disgusting, and I knew she would hate my art if she ever saw it...Its like...damn, I must have missed the memo to make happy art. Then yesterday night I went to this student art gallery, and it was so beautiful and youthful and no one was in it at that point for the money, and the art was so pure....It was so inpsiring. The one thing that comforts me about that gallery woman is that she's the past of art, not the future.
I think perhaps I should own a gallery someday, so that I can give brand new, unknown artists a shot to be seen. I mean, as long as we're all fighting the same fight, we may as well fight together.
New room mate, new job, new semester...everything's around me is revealing a whole new layer, and I'll be damned if I'm left behind.