love this image of our first lady at the Met

For MLK

so long

it's been so long since i've posted. i've made so much and seen so much. at me residency in ny this summer at cooper union, i saw so much work but took no photos at galleries. i'd planned to keep a log and blog (mainly for my own memory) about it. i'll have to depend on painter nyc and those ladies in philly now.

House Concert March 2!!!!

tracking complaint, registering complaint.

or- if felix gonsalez torres were a cynic.

work/work/work from somebody else

there's a painter who showed at jerry dale's place in the summer in teh show julia was in. i liked her work. i do. i didn't get to talk to her at the opening seein as how it was jerry dales first big show in his new big space so the place was swamped. anyway- i read her blog on occassion. here is a post from way back- echoing my work rant earlier this week:

go here for her blog:
http://maryaddisonhackett.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Work: a rant on linguistics

I ran into someone I hadn't seen in a while and they asked what was new. I'm not the most eloquent conversationalist and I always forget to name-drop, toot my own horn, or in general, reel off my recent coups, so I said, "Oh you know, teaching and working." To which they replied, "Are you still making art?"

???

I'm sure I had a blank stare on my face, but I was dumbfounded. I mean, it's kinda the only thing I do and I'm slightly obsessive about it. It would be like asking a workaholic if they ever work. Actually it was like asking a workaholic if they ever work. Maybe next time, I should clarify what I mean by working, but what else would I be referring to? I can't be the only one who refers to making art and everything it entails as work? (For the record, the person who asked me this is really nice and this is not a rant directed at them.)

It threw me for a loop as I tried to process what they meant. I ended up stammering out something profound like, "well... yeah," followed by an awkward moment of silence. Then I felt kind of silly reeling off a few lines from my resume like I had to prove I made art this past year. On the way home, I became paranoid that I was living in oblivion, which, by the way, is a pretty funny movie.