I don't have any phone numbers and I'm lonely and I need to get away from my family and I need your help and I'm bored and I'm resorting to run-on sentences and I just need to laugh really hard with you and share stories and eat food and high five. I also need New Year's plans. But I think the high fives are most important. Please help me. There are too many small children around.
Hey there. I feel like catching up with some people that I haven't talked to in a while. There are so many... Do I owe you a catch up session? If so let me know. Give me your number or address and I'll follow through. I'm not ready to euthanize this journal or the network it attaches me to, call me clingy.
This video is sort of a documentary on video making in my house. This is just part 1 of 2. Life is good.
I also want to show you a clip from a video made by Ryan Trecartin, who I have not met, but he is a friend of a friend and we've been messaging. I hope to collaborate with him soon. Follow the link below and I guarantee you will not be disappointed!!!
Seriously though, if you're only going to watch one of these two videos, watch Ryan's. You are really missing the boat if you don't. He's probably one of the most important contemporary artists in the world right now.
This lithograph is much more affordable than my giant Happy Valentine's Cancer drawing. This is from an edition of six and they each run for 32 bucks, 32 lemon cream cheese scones, or 32 morning glory muffins. In the end, US dollars will get you the best deal, but I'm open to baked goods.
Seasons greetings. I'd like to think that my visits to livejournal are brief but meaningful. About a week ago I was diagnosed with a papillary thyroid carcinoma- thyroid cancer. It's not such a big deal as it is incredibly curable. The prognosis is good- I will have my thyroid removed and be on synthetic metabolism for the rest of my life.
A mix between my repeating health issues and my sentiments towards a gorgeous yet convoluted romance aided in the creation of a labor-intensive drawing. It is 4 by 3 feet mounted behind plexiglass. I'm selling this piece for $340 ($380 if shipping is necessary). I accept paypal.
Other news: Travel. Chicago at the end of February. NYC and North Carolina in March. Surgery in April. And I might spend the summer in New Jersey working at an art camp. I'm also applying for mobility next fall in Los Angeles and Portland and Baltimore and Boston and Chicago. BANG!
Here is the piece:
HAPPY VALENTINE'S CANCER FROM THE THYROID OF DISASSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER
I'm the most tap-dancingest bitch you ever met in your life.
Fuck you.
My surgery was sooooooooooooooooo successful that I am a firm-bodied tap dancing bitch. I'm only skinnier and improved. Fully recovered. Zero percent destroyed.
My tap shoes should be here sooner than later. Sooner I hope. Soon I'll be tapping. And not wearing Caleb's ghetto-rigged tap shoes.
Tap tap tap.
"HERE LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL. THE GIRLS ARE BEAUTIFUL. EVEN THE ORCHESTRA IS BEAUTIFUL."
Tip tip tap tap tap.
Next semester I'll be screen printing on unitards and catsuits and tap dancing in them.
And you can eat my pussy the whole way there. Chunt.
This was the semester in which I worked very hard and sort of figured out what I'm doing. This was the semester in which I got rowdy as hell in New York City, had my car stolen on Thanksgiving Day, and then got to bust around in a little red rental car.
This semester I explored some contemporary philosophers like Slavoj Zizek and Gilles Deleuze and also started building a library of images and ideas that appeal to me- a visual inventory. My latest interests are what goes into writing and directing a musical.
But now the semester is coming to a close and I'm going to be put through a new trial. This is going to sound like a joke when I say it, but next Friday I will be undergoing brain surgery. I really am. They are taking a tumor off of my pituitary gland.
After this I must have a month of recovery. No work. No driving. No school. I will not be going to North Carolina at all this winter, obviously. My folks are coming up here for xmas. THIS WOULD BE A FABULOUS TIME FOR CAROLINA FOLK TO COME SEE MY WORLD. NUDGE NUDGE.
But yeah, so much shit has happened that I thought some of you would like to be informed.
I read on the internet that if you are a healthy adult under 26 years of age then you can become a professional contortionist. With the proper training of course.
Failure to master the complex footwork of a minuet is an admission of social inadequacy.
I started to train. I am working.
This one goes out to Mikhail Baryshnikov, Alvin Ailey, Bill T. Jones, Loie Fuller, Isadora Duncan, Nijinksy and Nijinska, Merce Cunningham and Martha Graham.
This goes out to those beautiful Balinese women, the dolls of flamenco, and African animists and shamans.
And to the immeasurable number of those who experience consciousness through their bodies.
I am working as never before.
And yesterday I saw a squirrel with a giant nutsack.
Happy Labor Day, dude. Me and a group of my sassy lady friends decided to wear as much white as possible and get it out of our systems. In an installation. Downtown.
Josef took some photos of the experience:
Later I had a costume change in a rock n' roll burrito bar and then participated in another performance. I don't have pictures of that one yet. But they'll come.
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