you would hope that they'd let you fly...
Past three week update:
-Worked the shit out of the Fischerspooner project this past month.
-Give me my fucking money!
-I take pictures of a model shoot.
-Meet Chuck Close at an open studio party.
-Invite Chuck Close to the "come close" show, which I am a part of. His response "..I will definitely come."
-Ten minutes after meeting him, I realize Chuck will see my work.
PAUSE
-Regain my sense of reality.
-I plan out the curation of my space in the studio/gallery.
-Decide that Jeremy will never call.
-I walk to see the Statue of Liberty then decide I want to see the other side of the island (Manhattan), and proceed to walk across the bridge to Brooklyn. I am freestyle walking as I listen to "Good Luck-Basement Jaxx." and take in the sight of my city.
-I remember that I have a critique tomorrow.
-I run.
-I masturbate.
-I sleep with two hours until seminar begins.
-I meet Joshua Ryan at his gay metal punk party. It is great, but Joshua is taken. I think so.
-I e-mail Chris Daniggelis again.
-I think about Dexter.
-I think about the "the pyschic trio"
-I think of Maritza's last portrait in the color concept series.
-I think about what will happen in the next two years.
-Elliott is losing.
-De Shawn is kind of winning.
-I cant believe my eyes, New York.
-I look at what I've done in the past few months. Cannot wait until next time.
-Worked the shit out of the Fischerspooner project this past month.
-Give me my fucking money!
-I take pictures of a model shoot.
-Meet Chuck Close at an open studio party.
-Invite Chuck Close to the "come close" show, which I am a part of. His response "..I will definitely come."
-Ten minutes after meeting him, I realize Chuck will see my work.
PAUSE
-Regain my sense of reality.
-I plan out the curation of my space in the studio/gallery.
-Decide that Jeremy will never call.
-I walk to see the Statue of Liberty then decide I want to see the other side of the island (Manhattan), and proceed to walk across the bridge to Brooklyn. I am freestyle walking as I listen to "Good Luck-Basement Jaxx." and take in the sight of my city.
-I remember that I have a critique tomorrow.
-I run.
-I masturbate.
-I sleep with two hours until seminar begins.
-I meet Joshua Ryan at his gay metal punk party. It is great, but Joshua is taken. I think so.
-I e-mail Chris Daniggelis again.
-I think about Dexter.
-I think about the "the pyschic trio"
-I think of Maritza's last portrait in the color concept series.
-I think about what will happen in the next two years.
-Elliott is losing.
-De Shawn is kind of winning.
-I cant believe my eyes, New York.
-I look at what I've done in the past few months. Cannot wait until next time.