maybe it was the excitement of the reception itself, and the unbridled good cheer and inspiration that lives in moments like those, but i just couldn't sleep. in spite of enthusiastically swilling my fair share of wine last night and getting home kinda late, i am up early, drinking coffee and ready to go to work in the studio.
the show looked amazing! i was so impressed with how well all the work (which is very different)fit together. KC Rosenberg and DJ Harmon did an amazing job curating this exhibition, they really did. and i felt so honored to be included in the show! my favorite piece in the exhibition is a gorgeous work on paper by KC herself:
believe it or not, that's actually acrylic paint! i swore i was looking at gouache but no! i don't know how she did it, but being able to make acrylic appear so matte and velvety is an amazing feat that i am wholly jealous of. and KC was so wonderful to talk to. she is such a friendly, good-humoured, and enthusiastic painter! i loved talking with her and felt sad that receptions are so short.
really, i had a wonderful time. a bunch of art-buddies showed up that i haven't seen much of in the passed 6 months since graduation and it was so great! i love them! and i miss them like crazy!!! in fact, it sort of reawakened my desire to go get my master's degree sooner than later. being in a tight-knit community of artists is such a wonderful experience and way to live your daily life! i miss it terribly... but i guess this is just the next phase of learning... making your own way and getting out there in a way that has more to do with sincerity and understanding than academic efficiency.
anyhow, i feel great! still high from the Obama victory too, i suppose: inspired, enthusiastic, full of faith and hope, and looking forward to undertaking the work that lays ahead.
these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
Nov 7, 2008
no rest for the wicked! i mean, for the fairest...
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