edges of in betweens

took a walk into Gowanus yesterday. it was warm, humid and breezy. i heard some people say it was hot but as long as there's a breeze to blow across sweaty skin and keep me cool, i'm not complaining. the mere fact that i can walk outdoors in the middle of the day and not worry about my closest source of water or shade makes me appreciate it even more.

i had no idea what i was doing...i just needed to get out of the damn white walls of my studio. i couldn't find any in between spaces wherever i walked, so i filmed the spaces where the edges of the built met something else.

these videos are comprised from stills of video footage. i just liked that flow better. would like to watch La Jetee again when i have a few moments.

a night with a view

There are always views in New York looking up. This is one of them.

A night of talking, beer and tote bag forgetting and a long meandering ride home.

I seem to be missing a lot of thunderstorms in Phoenix.

saltz and pepper

Art critic Jerry Saltz came and spoke to us today. a lot of people seemed to have some strong opinions about this, because of him being on some Bravo TV show, his review on the Venice Biennale and his recent write up on Cy Twombly, after his death.

It's a good thing i don't tend to put a lot of stock in what other people tell me about other people because i really enjoyed him, his talk, and being able to see him right now, after all the above-listed hullabaloo.

some things i wrote down during the talk:

• need to be awake
• "no one had thought to deploy it"
• "our negative manifesto"
• "are you saying anything?"
• "difference between surprise and novelty"
• getting same source material
• critics limiting themselves—afraid to say what they think
• "a place to be happy and miserable"
• "i would secretly, in the backs of trucks, destroy a lot of art"
• "i want to be in the conversation now"
• "lowering the visual literacy"

how can i...

how can i get any work done with all this nice stuff around here.

the moments pop up in between.

today, it was a donut and cheap coffee, regular style, taken in on a bench in front of a building in a few spare moments before i had to be anywhere.

later, it was the dangling lights and tight quarters at the indian restaurant when a disco ball was turned on to wish a kid a happy birthday (candle in mango ice cream).

how can i stand it sometimes? all these moments and places, stuffed together without gaps. nestled in.

attempts were made

attempts were made at venturing out into the city today. sometimes i forget how much distance there is in between things here. a run in Prospect Park, a visit to MOMA and the Francis Alys show: it felt scattered and a bit overwhelming...how did all those dots connect? my favorite part were old b&w photos he had collected of people walking in the city. they even had a display of toy cars like the magnetized one he's used before to walk through the city and collect any metal debris. only, this display was a simulation of something authentic. they stuck a bunch of bottle caps to it to "simulate" debris from the city streets. did they miss the point entirely?

then, gyros and falafel on the street and an infinitely long and dark train ride to busy Coney Island. Kim's friend Dee brought us to the Coney Island dance party...i always love to watch people dance. watch some video of it here.

i did not eat a Nathan's hot dog, but i did witness a lot of body types in all levels of non-clothiness...and a dog with huge, human balls. the owner kept parading him around in front of us. it was awkward for us all.

school starts tomorrow so i'm celebrating the nation's independence by re-reading Ranciere's "Problems and Transformations of Critical Art". this girl knows how to make things happen.

rainy lazy sunday

A night of wine and tequila leaked into a day of sleeping in under rumbling thunder and steady rains.

poor little ouija board...

"poor little ouija board... never had a chance."

it sat...discarded on the side of the street.

i am not here yet. my body is...but my head still isn't. various couplings of wine and tequila haven't quite assisted in making it real so i'm waiting for the morning to bring new revelations. maybe with coffee, it will become apparent.

but at least a few moments in the grass in Prospect Park

all backround port-a-potties aside...

it was a beautiful, warm, breezy day in Brooklyn. glad to be out of the 116º searing heat.

my 6-week home is stunning. i feel spoiled.