A bit of shameless self promotion but I just finished working with friend and artist Michael Barletta on a very exciting installation taking place in the NYU area! On display are some of his sharpie drawings on mylar, which are among some of my personal favorites of his work. It was a great time watching them go up and I highly encourage you to check out the show’s website or Mike’s flickr site for pictures of the artwork!
Whoohoo, in London! Yay for that! I’m laughing at myself here in a tv room on a random floor of the building where I’m staying. I’ve found out that Agatha Christie’s Hurcule Periot comes on twice a day and well, I’m addicted. You know, I should be out drinking and eating fish and chips. Instead, I’ve got cranberry tea, a bunch of letters to post, a hot computer in my lap and little gray cells on the telly. With something beeping for that matter every few minutes – to the second – I’ve timed it.
So here we go- the London experience aka the London Love List:
1. Agatha Christie on TV, random British boy and US girl hanging out watching. British boy knows the characters by name! Where else would you find that but in this country?
2. The Tube. Sadly, I don’t know where I’d be without mass transit anymore and I heart their art program: Platform for Art. And to contradict myself, I bought my car a Mind the Gap sticker. I heart my car too and walking. For that matter, yay travel.
3. Grant! Yes, I’ve crossed off one of the largest things on my list. Swing Space residency here I come!
4. Classes. Having been rather disappointed with courses last semester, I’ve finally got readings that require some level of critical thought! How badly did I miss education!
5. Field trips. Dennis Severs house, Soane Museum, Platform for Art, Serpantine Gallery – haven’t had a bad course field trip yet! I’m going second my own yay education statement!
6. Being me. Semi-socially graceless, with purpose and yet directionless, cheap and loving the challenge, exploring or doing exactly what I want.
Let’s just say that you’ve arrived as planned at your internship and have met with your supervisor only to find out that the whole office has been unpluged and relocated. Under this particular set of circumstances you can’t say that you’re very surprised. This gallery is a mess and the communication is bad. So while you’re disappointed when you’re supervisor says she’s going back to work from home and you can go back home if you like – you’re especially disappointed because you called to say you were running late when leaving the house and she didn’t tell you stay home then and now you’ve spent 1 hour of time and $2 on the metro getting there.
Now, lets add to this visualization by saying that you were running late because you stopped to get an umbrella at CVS because you woke up and checked the weather. The weather said that it would rain by 3 pm, having discovered the last time it rained as you were about to go to a formal party that your umbrella was busted, you decided you’d get an umbrella before it rained. This is what bright people due. You think candidly and fondly of your sister whose life goal at one point was to sell umbrellas at Renaissance faires to people who didn’t check the weather. Did I mention, sell them at exurbanite prices?
Now as you’re leaving this box of an internship, it begins to rain. Its 11 am and the online weather system was wrong. You don’t want to stay and do manual labor, so you leave. You’re soaking wet already when it starts to pour cats and dogs or since you were in china town, smelly wet liquid that can’t be called actual rain. You have to stop so you go get hot chocolate. Lucky you! Not only did you pick the place where hot chocolate is $4 a glass but you forgot the book you were going to read back at the gallery. And while you have homework to read the waitresses are so loud talking about their relatives dying in hospitals that you couldn’t read anyway. So she makes some phone calls but no answer. She’s undecided, she’s defeated and so you can understand when she thinks to herself:
What is a girl to do?
This girl goes back to the gallery where she had passively flirted with a decent looking tech boy and gets her book. She proceeds to walk past all of those people taking shelter in the rain or standing in the middle of the intersection trying to get a taxi. She is grateful that she wore shoes today rather than the flip flops that fell off in the middle of the road last time it rained. So she makes her way to the NYU library – where her phone rings and she talks in sentences incomprehensible to the human mind – hers included – but her friend doesn’t mind.
In a last attempt to slaughter the next three hours of her day in some means of free entertainment, she makes a visit to the NYU film collection – a collection of excellent films foreign and non which are fated to remain in the library until they deteriorate. Some probably already have. So for the next two hours she dries her socks on top of a tv which doesn’t get warm enough to dry them and props her feet up in a rather unbecoming way, getting comfortable to make the best of her circumstances.