Monday, September 18, 2017

Art I Want to See!

Rosemarie Trockel

Back in New York City and yeah-eh, I’m a glad to be back. Don’t get me wrong I had a swell time in London and it was bags of fun but when I landed and was embraced by NYC’s humid stank, I was happy, relieved and excited.

I was extra excited because of all the fabulous art that has opened and will be opening. On Saturday me and my jet-lagged self walked around Chinatown and bopped into many shows. I have this new podcast project (Art Party – subscribe on i-tunes ya’ll) and I’m going to dish about those shows there (don’t want to give you duplicate content dear readers!) but there are still so many shows I won’t be able to see before next week because my life is a piñata filled with acid at the moment.

Anyways here is a little run down list of what I want to see and why. I’m sorry I do these damn lists all the time but seriously, I have like a million emails on like 7 different accounts to crawl myself out of today.

I hope you are seeing some great art. Is it just me or do things seem to be getting a lot more fun and exciting out there in art land?!  Ta-ta till next week and hopefully I can be more thoughtful by then.

Peter Halley, Green Naftali – I feel like I should know about Halley’s work more then I do, but meh, probably doesn’t stick for one reason or another. Anyways, want to see this show because I don’t see shows like this often and I want to see if Naftali is still as coolest gallery cucumber that it is known to be.

Allen Ruppersberg, Green Naftali – Now this I can get on board with! Ruppersberg is so fuckin cool.

Trevor Paglen, Metro Pictures - I feel like Paglen should be considered a scientist more than an artist. He is one of the few whose brain seems massive but his art/his persona is not total shit/ego town. Not sure what to expect and sometimes the end aesthetics of his work don’t quite do it for me but the whole process and the way he goes about it is impressive and so so smart.

Amanda Ross-Ho, Mitchell-Innes & Nash – She cool.

Carey Young, Paula Cooper – I once saw her talk at this weird artist activist place I used to go to back in the day and she seemed so smart and with it. Not sure what her art is focusing on these days but really happy to see she is still at it.

Aurel Schmidt, P.P.O.W. – Full disclosure I used to work for this gallery and I am curious to see this downtown hot thing in this setting/this gallery’s history.

Josephine Meckseper, Timothy Taylor – I will prob not have time to see this by the time it closes (Saturday) but if I did I would.

Andrew Ross, American Medium – My boys at AM opened a new space in Chelsea, got to show that love.

Justin Berry, Essex Street – He is my friend and I support the shit out of my friends.

Omer Fast, James Cohan – Tried to sneak in but it wasn’t open yet. Really like Fast's work and interested to see what he is doing right now as most of my catalog of his work is from a few years ago.

Rachel Rose, Gavin Brown Enterprises – She is still the belle of the art ball. Seems fair.

Rosemarie Trockel, Gladstone – Baddest B eva.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Weird Jet Lag Thoughts While Sleep Deprived – London Edition

I am supposed to be in Berlin (well outside of Berlin in the countryside) today thru Wednesday but instead I just woke up from a nap and am sitting in a fluffy pink robe in my friend’s lovely kitchen in Dalston London. I tried to catch that 6:30am plane but instead I was wide awake, covered in a sheen of anxiety and slight sickness sweat at 3:00am UK time and thinking, ‘I’m fucked.’ I bailed on the trip and have sort of bailed on the idea of sleeping for more then 2-3 hours at a clip since arriving.

Jet Lag, it’s a funny thing. It’s like being on drugs/coming down from drugs but without the fun parts and instead it is time messing up your body/mindscape. It’s only five hour difference from LDN to NYC time (LDN five hours later) and I have traveled a lot and have had much worse time differences but for some reason, on this trip, I am unable to adjust. Maybe it’s my subconscious being like, ‘this is not home,’ or maybe it’s the fact that I am wanting and having to communicate with people in NYC more often than usual so my brain is always thinking in relationship time back there. Not sure why, but I give up and will just be in this weirdo time land until I return later this week.

With the total lack of proper sleep I have been having some weird thoughts and reflections while I’ve been visiting London. (Yes, even weirder than usual...) and I will share some of these with you because god only knows when my brain/body/time frame will ever be right again (was it ever?...) Till then, I hope you are all sleeping a glorious, undisturbed 7-8 hours a night.

Weird Jet Lag Thoughts While Sleep Deprived – London Edition

I wish I had a UK oven, I don’t know Celsius but who cares! I have google and their ovens have this option with a fan so you can roast things easily and better and making roasts is like a thing here (but why?!!) and it comes out so much better even though when you open the door it blasts you in the face with hot air, it’s totally worth it because you could roast like 3 chickens without having to let them air out for hours and they would be perfect.

I want one of those Henry vacuums with the lil cute face on it. Do they sell them on Amazon?

Why do they say whilst? WHY? It’s annoying as fuck but meh…

Artists in Europe are wayyy spoiled. They are always complaining about not getting artist fees to participate in shows. I mean like small group shows, in like nowhere places! It’s nuts! Can you imagine if artists in NYC all were bitching about getting/not getting artists fees to be in some LES/Chinatown/BK group show?! Ha! I mean I guess in the big anti-capitalist scheme of things this DOES have merit but I can’t help but think that in some way it still shows that Capitalism makes everyone their bitch. Am I right? Or am I off totally? (EU artists don’t dare come at me with your PC privileged responses btw).

Museums are free in London BUT what they don’t like to brag about is that to see the featured shows (the main reason why you want to go in the first place) they totally charge, ALOT! Like 17-20 GBP aka like 20-25 bucks so it’s just as shit as it is in the states. You can’t have your ‘for the people’free entry but also have it be elitist! Tsk tsk.

It’s shit that the further you live from the center of London (aka rich town) the more you have to pay for the trains. It is done by zones so if you live in like Zone 5 and you work in Zone 1 you get charged wayyy more then if you live/work in Zone 1. It’s shit and not cool London. The poorer/further you have to travel the cheaper transit should be.

What the heck is up with ‘private clubs’ in London? I went to one very drunk the other night and I get it, it’s posh and makes one feel like they are very ‘VIP’ or something but really it’s so silly. It’s like being on a set for some weird iTV show. I know many people who are members of Shoreditch House and even have a friend who works for them and they told me they are opening a new location in Brooklyn. Ha! I mean people will join but it just really won’t work in NYC. The only members of that location would be like the worst of the art world’s worst. Sigh… Class is so peculiar a fixation.

Not sure if it’s me or just my total lack of reality aka, no sleep, but these British boys are looking damn fine on these streets this trip. Well hello there.

I’ve met and am revisiting the loveliest ladies in London this trip and they are all very pretty and they all have great jobs and these amazing accents and hair and they are all super single. I guess it’s the curse of every city. So many wonderful babes and so few males to date, travesty.

London. Your thrift stores are shit.

People (still) rarely ask you ‘what do you do’ in London and it’s amazing and humane. NYC, stop being a lil thirsty bitch about that!

Biscuits! Biscuits! Biscuits! I love you!

So the weather is crap most of the time but because of all the daily rain spritzes the flowers/foliage in this city is amazing. Like roses shooting up from nowhere and ivy and flowered walls just covering this and that. It’s so lovely it’s cliché.

Eggs on the counter at room temperature still freaks me out a bit but they are way more amazing then the yellow ovary puddles we have in the states.

It’s weird trying to ‘be on vacation’ when you actually ‘work all the time.’ People are like, ‘take a break! Don’t work!’ blah blah, but you can’t, so you keep working and you think, ‘what is this life I lead,’ but you secretly can’t help it so just stop complaining about it.

It’s weird when you are not ‘with’ someone but you are not ‘not’ with someone so when you are away you are all like, I’m single! But you text like soo much it’s silly and you obviously are not taking the, 'let’s use this time to think things over,' in the way you planned and that’s okay but whatever… who cares.

People with babies in Europe are lucky as fuck and they know it and g-damn it USA, get your maternity shit together (plus all the other bullshit you keep messing up).

Everyone everywhere is cool as shit, it’s amazing how small/big the world is. I’m like high on life aka demented from not sleeping but really, going to other places and seeing old friends, making new ones and all that jazz is like pretty freaking amazing. Everyone travel as much they can and as far as they can. And if you can’t that’s cool, the people right next to you are super amazing too.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Whoops, I Forgot to Blog (Again)

I’m in London (and Berlin-ish) for the next two weeks or so and I forgot to blog yesterday and I’m jet-lagged and have to go out with some friends soon so I really can’t blog all that much.

What I do want to quickly say is that lately I have been feeling like there are some big changes to be made. I’m not sure what they are but does anyone else feel like this? Some sort of stuck-ness, or possibly the staggering boredom of repetitions in behavior that feel like yokes of some sort. I’m not sure what is spurning this…Maybe it’s the start of a new season. Maybe it’s the looming new year. Maybe it’s new people in my life or old ones leaving or those relationships shifting. I’m not quite sure but it feels like an overflow.

Perhaps it’s the fact that I am traveling/letting myself travel for the first time in some time. Perhaps it’s my career and how it is steadier and also busier then it has been in a long time. Perhaps it’s the prospect of letting feelings be felt and vulnerabilities being shown.

Still I go in this circle of hypothesis, but yet I know that something will give, has to give. Yesterday I had all the time in the world to blog but I just forgot. I was catching up on rest and feeling a knot of something about nothing in particular. This total slipping of the mind is a bit odd, as this has become such a formula of my week, but at the same time maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe my brain is too busy processing things it doesn’t even know or can name to remember the set rules I have created for myself.

This post is really a bag of nothing and a way for me to just fill a page so I can get on with the living of my actual life. But I wanted to also throw it out there in case some of you are also feeling this strange compression/about to burst feeling.

Luckily for me I have jaunted off to other countries where this process of thinking about all these unnameable things can have some breathing room and my everyday is forced to be different. I am hoping through that whatever it is that feels so essential to change can come to the surface and for me to be okay with whatever that may be, regardless of whether I can name it or control it.

Till next week! I hope you remember what day of the week it is and that in your own way you can take a trip from your regular life and figure out some things as well.

Monday, August 28, 2017

My Boring/Busy/Beautiful Life This Past Week, Part III

It’s still August. What. The. Fuck. With that in mind I’m going to do another one of these cheat blogs wherein I type a bunch of stuff about the last week because it’s Monday. It’s still mother f-ing August and I am so brain dead and busy that I’m in actual physical pain.

Hope your summers have been as full, fun, and sometimes filled with existential doom as mine has been.

Monday 21

Went to work. It was the solar eclipse ya’ll! I was going to go to Tompkins Sq. Park and try not to burn my eyes out but then one of my co-workers got us access to the roof and had extra glasses. That was nice. Went up. Had weird ‘work’ small talk and faux conviviality and looked at the sun. The sun was pretty cool. The roof was nice. Got to see all these roofs gardens and hidden spaces and it was nice to see the city in this way. Watched a man who was sitting by himself in a stairwell on another roof (not looking at the sun). Wondered what he was doing/going through. Went home and made a stir-fry with Szechuan peppercorns and passed out at 11pm.

Tuesday 22

Went to work. Celebrated my one-year anniversary at job by getting a pedicure. Didn’t want to talk to anyone that day but somehow got trapped into a lot of small talk. Met up with friend who was staying with me from out of town at The Narrows. Drank white wine and talked about philosophy, existence of god (theodicy) and dissertations. Got a little buzzed. Made salad and sardines for dinner.

Wednesday 23

Went to work early for a meeting. Arrived late. Craved bagel but didn’t want to interrupt. Talked more then I should have but seemed okay. Went to office. Went to doctor to get new pills. Weighed myself on scale and saw I am losing wait. ‘Must eat more.’ Back to office, another meeting then another meeting. Talked to people from London about upcoming trip. Got picked up by friend in Red Hook to go to Rockaway for dinner. Talked in car and then parked near his apt and got groceries. Cooked food. Talked and then got into a weird, upsetting thing (not really a fight). Leave in not the best of terms. Listen to The Knife, Future, Junglepussy and Portishead on train ride home and try to feel less upset. Don't get back to my apt until 11:30pm. Pass out.

Thursday 24

Went to work. Feel sad about night before. Overly emotional! Leave work early to deal with mental state. Talk to friend. Take a nap, shower and get ready for evening. Take a bus to artist’s house who is reading me and my friend’s tarot cards. Go to bodega and pick up 3 Corona’s to be polite. Friend and artist and I chat and get ready for reading. Friend goes first. It seems good. I go next, I thought about one thing but the cards were all about money. It said I should be wary of an older man who is dull and who is money obsessed. The cards said if I align myself with him, it could be my ruin. Seems okay. Dash off for a dinner party in Manhattan. Train is very slow so take a cab at Delancy. Cab driver is young, 27, eating a slice of pizza and his name is Baz and he is a native New Yorker. He is nice and zips through traffic because I am late. Arrive at restaurant and everyone else is there but seems okay I am late. I’m flustered. Only know one person there. Everyone is young, dressed well and nice. One of the guys who is eating with us, his girlfriend is one of the chefs. The place is very swish. We order lots of food and wine. We are there till the place closes. I feel a bit disconnected at some points during the dinner but plow through it. Go to a speakeasy like bar. Pay for tequila shots and beer for everyone. Drink more drinks. Go to old Swat bar. See other friend there. Go to another bar and then pass out around 5am.

Friday 25

Feel incredibly hung over. Go home and shower and nap for hours. Get some food. Go to a publishing opening at Mathew. Too many people! Get me out of here! But stay and see friend read who is funny so it seems okay. Drink even though I feel pickled. Do some coke. Feel really shitty from the crappy coke for the next few hours. Go to a house party. Do more coke, feel even shittier! Talk to people but barely able to keep eyes open. Go to another thing in Bushwick but it’s a lil weird so go home and pass out.

Saturday 26

Feel completely annihilated from drinking and drug use. Lay about most of the day trying to recover. Try to be human and walk in the park with friend but give up after 15 mins. Going to see boxing match later so muster up energy and will to live. Go to park, walk to Forlini’s, drink wine and eat shitty Italian food. Go to boxing event which is in a weird/but cool Chinatown space. Get more drinks. Talk loudly and become annoying. Sort of don’t remember the fight or my behavior for most of that evening. (Yikes.) Go to old Swat bar (again) get mad at bartender for putting on shitty version of Nothing Compares to You. Slam mic on bar and get banned from karaoke like a lil freak. Feel embarrassed but also don’t remember most of the evening. (Cringing in the inside.)  Wake up entirely clothed and not sure how I got there.

Sunday 27

Dead. Meeting parents for Lunch at 2:30 in Hoboken. Feel bad that I can’t communicate/pay attention. Seems okay though. Go home to show people room in apt open for sublet. Talk to friend. Guy comes over and we get Thai food and eat in bed and watch Armageddon (terrible) and the final episode of Game of Thrones. Exhausted by 11pm. Try to read but just pass out in the AC.

Monday, August 21, 2017

Sun Stories

There was a solar eclipse today and although in NYC you couldn’t experience the “totality,” it was still something special to see.

We know so much about the science and the whys and hows of what happens during an eclipse, but even with all of that knowledge, one can’t deny the mystery, the spectacular, and the vastness of such an occurrence.

The feeling that things possess an archetypal magic is something that feels magnified in these rare events. It also feels like a respite, a pause and a welcome distraction/re-alignment.

Below are some myths about the sun from various cultures and times long ago. There are peculiar and shared manifestations in many of these and it makes you wonder how universal things are and the depth of our human desire and need to comprehend external forces in internal scales.

Enjoy and I hope you had a chance to see the eclipse and had a few moments to imagine how big and small the universe is.

Raven and the Sun, Tribe: Tsimshian 

Once the sky had no day. When the sky was clear there was some light from the stars but when it was cloudy it was very dark. Raven had put fish in the rivers and fruit trees in the land but he was saddened by the darkness. The Sun at that time was kept in a box by a chief in the sky. The Raven came to a hole in the sky and went through. He came to a spring where the chief's daughter would fetch water. He changed himself into a cedar seed and floated on the water. When the girl drank from spring she swallowed the seed without noticing and became pregnant. A boy child was born which was really Raven. As a toddler he begged to play with the yellow ball that grandfather kept in a box. He was allowed to play with the Sun and when the chief looked away he turned back into Raven and flew back through the hole in the sky.

Three Legged Rabbit, Tribe: Western Rocky 

A three-legged rabbit made himself a fourth leg from wood. The rabbit thought the Sun was too hot for comfort so he went to see what could be done. He went east at night to the place where the Sun would rise. When the Sun was half way up the Rabbit shot it with an arrow. As the Sun lay wounded on the ground the Rabbit took the white of the Suns eyes and made the clouds. He made the black part of the eyes into the sky, the kidneys into stars, and the liver into the Moon, and the heart into the night. "There!" said the Rabbit, "You will never be too hot again."

Mesopotamia, Epic of Galgamesh, c. 2000 BC.

In this ancient Sumerian story, Gilgamesh, king of Uruk, sets out on a quest for immortality to the Garden of the Sun, the land of everlasting life. To reach it, Gilgamesh must pass through the Sun's gate in the mountain of the horizon. The setting Sun disappears there and emerges from it at sunrise. A pair of terrifying scorpion-people stationed at the gate of heaven guard the Sun's path. But eventually Gilgamesh gains entrance to the next level.

E. C. Krupp postulates: "Around the 17th century BC., Mesopotamian boundary stones began to carry astronomical symbols, including that of the terrifying scorpion-man... Some scholars identify this creature as the Mesopotamian antecedent of Sagittarius, the Archer. Although no one is sure that the boundary stone scorpion-man is also meant to be the Sun's bodyguard at the gate of heaven, the constellation could have evolved from the earlier imagery through its association with the Milky Way.

Joshua 10:12-13

"On the day the Lord gave the Amorites over to Israel, Joshua said to the Lord in the presence of Israel: "O sun, stand still over Gibeon, O moon, over the Valley of Aijalon." So the sun stood still, and the moon stopped, till the nation avenged itself on its enemies, as it is written in the Book of Jashar. The sun stopped in the middle of the sky and delayed going down about a full day." 

This account of Yahweh, the Judaic & later Christian god, stopping the movement of the Sun was the basis for the Catholic Church's refusal to acknowledge Galileo's proofs that the Earth went around the Sun. The Inquisition panel argued that the Sun could not have been stopped if, indeed, it didn't travel around the Earth.

Re, Egypt

Re was known as the sun god and the creator in ancient Egypt. He took on many forms, each depending on where he was. Usually Re was portrayed with a hawk head, wearing a fiery disk like the Sun on his head. In the Underworld, the god took the form of a ram-head.

Re was the creator of our world. In the beginning of time, an egg rose from the water. Once out of his shell, Re had two children who became the atmosphere and clouds. They in turn had more children, Geb and Nut, who became the Earth and the stars. They in turn had two sons, Seth and Osiris, the father of Horus.

Re cried one day, and humans were made from his tears. He also created the four seasons for the Nile, a very important river in Egypt. Re combines with Horus to form Re-Harakhte, god of the Sun and the heavens. 

Liza, West Africa

Liza was the Sun god to the Fon people of West Africa. His sister was the Moon god Mawu. The two were twins, but were also lovers. Together, they created the Universe with the help of the cosmic serpent, Da.

It is said that Liza used his son, Gu to shape the world. Gu was the divine tool in the shape of an iron sword. He taught the people many different crafts, including ironworking.

Liza was also the god of heat, work and strength. Mawu was the goddess of night and motherhood. 

Malina, Inuit – Greenland

Malina is the Sun goddess of the Inuit people who live in Greenland.

Malina and her brother, the Moon god Anningan, lived together. They got into a terrible fight and Malina spread dirty, black grease all over her brother's face. In fear, she ran as far as she could into the sky and became the Sun. Anningan chased after her and became the Moon.

Anningan often forgets to eat, so he gets thinner as the days go by. Every month, the Moon disappears for three days while Anningan eats. He then returns to chase his sister once again.

This eternal chase makes the Sun alternate in the sky with the Moon. 

Amaterasu, Japan

Amaterasu was the Sun goddess of the oldest Japanese religion Shinto. When her brother Susanowo treated her badly, she hid in the cave of heaven and closed the entrance with an enormous stone. This made the world dark, and evil spirits came out of their hiding places.

In despair, a conference of the gods decided to trick Amaterasu into coming out by having a party near the cave. They put a big mirror in front of the cave and beautiful jewels on a tree. Uzume, the goddess of laughter, began a dance accompanied by loud music.

Hearing the music and laughter, Amaterasu was so curious that she took a look outside to find out what was going on. She was so fascinated by her own brilliant reflection in the mirror that she came out of the cave. Finally, the light covered and colored the world.