embrace

one of these days when i have my very own 4x5 camera and a studio apartment doubling as an actual photo studio, i will shoot these scenes. and yes, i've already started thinking about the payment scheme for such things. provided the j-o-b thing works out, of course.

proposal

let's not talk about 'art'. let's talk about love letters, fantasy, bright lights, material richness and existential situations. let's talk about pathos.

sometimes i still get a pang of 'why didn't i [xyz socially approved action] with my life?'. but then i sort of remember that i'm currently immersed every day and second in some form of art, and i feel like i'm only starting to swim across a very big and unknowable sea, and while i'm busy doing that, i should probably want nothing more.

things men have told me i evoke

-fair trade coffee
-a nutcase
-this fabric pattern, but in a different colour scheme:

heart of brass

they said it never worked quite as well as the old one

things i have been considering of late:
-iconography of steampunk and retro scifi narratives. the romance of prosthetic arms.
-jouissance as a descriptive for that one ineffable moment linking music to your body.
-getting friendly with my holga (rawr!).
-taking a rogue projector to the city surface of los angeles.

and it matches my socks!

para la cena: mideastern platter with raw bell peppers and tahini, oven-toasted lavash bread (the best culinary idea i've had in a looooong time!), and mixed olive/portabella/roasted garlic tapenade. contrary to what the blog suggests, i've actually been too busy to aliment myself properly, which is why i consider today a triumph.

request

that everything you do carries the jouissance of a rock song, 6-23-09

life advice

an art grad student whom i offended once at a party later told me a few things about life after your bfa:

1. i will be so goddamn broke.
2. i will have the most fun i have ever had.
2. i will continue to make art, but at the expense of my day job and my sleep schedule.

he was right on all counts.