i'm taking a pseudo break from sewing. i still do it, but i feel lost and just confused. sometimes things are clear, clear direction. sometimes the forest closes all around me and i can't see any path to take.
so i started drawing/painting
and soon i'll be printing again.
and i started a new project, but it is a secret. we'll see if it ever comes to light.

annette messager and music videos

reading about messager. seemed pretty cool. her concepts... the main thing though was seeing that image, of the gloves with faces and coming out of the fingers was colored pencils. like a little nudge. need to read more.

mike kelley

what's funny is i remember, i looked this guy up one time, in connection with some research i was doing on a gallery.
but i had completely forgotten about him til lydia brought him up to me.
cause he does stuff with stuffed animals. which is sort of where i'm at right now...
i was in this place, making stuffed animals. i dont know if it is worth pursuing. i mean, i really enjoy them. i like their sadness, their impotence. the one bird can barely hold it's head up, the monkey with useless arms splayed, the cuddly bird's feathers keep falling out (on purpose, i swear), the snake that can't curl, the fish is the closest to actually working out, since it is made of swimsuit- so potentially it could swim. except that ultimately it can't swim... and the first bird i made, the one i crocheted. that is really sad. it doesnt even look like a bird.

searching for gordon matta clark pics i found bldgblog, which seems pretty sweet... uh... and there was a link to some cultural news site, with a link for chicago. and that was pretty exciting too...

MCA

Went to the Museum of Contemporary Art!
Gordon Matta Clark is interesting.
He was giving away prints! Posthumously! I want to do that...
And he shot those windows out. that is funny. and he was concerned with garbage, and using garbage. and old abandoned homes. and walls.
there was an exhibit of photos there too. i didnt like them. i forget whose they were. they were gross. like, one of a man's chest with all that hair on it. and he looked gross. and the blood supposedly coming out of that guy's nose. that looked gross, and fake. maybe it was the fakeness of things, they didnt seem real. except the girl jumping with like, mickey and minnie mouse on her t-shirt. that one looked real.
then on the train i sat down next to this woman, she asked me what i was studying. i guess i looked like a student. i told her i was an art student. and i showed her my sketchbook, and she was like, "all that studying and that is all you have to show for it? Who is your teacher?!"
but it is a new sketchbook. i havent been working in it much. they are very light drawings. you can barely see them.