january projects

things are settling and i'm slowly getting my life in order. my hands smell like alligator from... cooking alligator this morning. touching it felt like touching my boyfriend's flesh. i was thoroughly grossed out, and will probably never cook meat again, no matter how novel the source. ANYWAY,

1. i am in the process of redoing my website, carolstardust.com. if you have been faithfully following my work (HA!), chances are you've seen most of the work before. it's organized a little differently, which might prompt new insights. at least, it helped me write a fairly coherent artist's statement. check it out and TELL YOUR FRIENDS!

1.a. i'm thinking about making flipbooks of my drawings/animations for sale. or screenprinted clothing out of some of my drawings? would you wear passive aggressive line drawings?

2. i'm applying for a fellowship/grant thing this summer to do um, community/nonprofit/public art stuff. fingers crossed. i like the egotism of seeing my own exhibition history, so i'll also be working on augmenting that.

3. i'm starting my own comic visual journal about my life as a dejected twentysomething. basically, a formalization of what i already rant/draw about on a daily basis.


4. i brought back a bunch of family photo negatives from the last time i visited my family. i plan to organize them and print them as an ode to memory, family dysfunction and happy accidents. i also want to start a career in which i curate people's family photographs for shits, giggles, and a livable amount of money.

5. i'm still making doodles at work.


5.a. i'm trying to get better at my job. luckily, that involves a lot of trips to the art and architecture bookstore, as well as watching snooty art films. and going to coachella :-).

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among other things this weekend, i had a dessert that looked and felt like the physical embodiment of bataille's story of the eye. it was a panna cotta that came served in a small bowl featuring two egg-shaped globules set atop a lake of chocolate. one of the globules was a scoop of cream delicately melting over a bed of crunchy espresso flakes. the other globule was this mysterious gelatin that bounced expectantly when you poked it with a spoon, and when the rim of the spoon dared to push through its outer hymen, the entire globule shivered, trembled, collapsed as a stream of milky liquid trickled out slowly, spreading over the entire bowl. it was sweet, and cold, and sticky, and soft. it made me want to do indecent things.