preparing for auvillar.
(this makes more sense if you’ve seen some of my previous work)
lotus. nineteen. pdx -> nh.
i am thrifty and i am absolutely filthy in thought, word and deed.
• archive
• poetry
• prose
• art
• yo.
rara avis
ghost(s) at the door
i am thrifty and i am absolutely filthy in thought, word and deed.
• archive
• poetry
• prose
• art
• yo.
rara avis
ghost(s) at the door
why?
this semester i’m involved as an artist & assistant director on a production of cinderella that combines art, acting, and a chorus. it’s shaping up to be one of the most powerful creative experiences i’ll have this semester.
at our last group meeting pan— the director— had us go round and talk about why we do what we do. and i realized, though i make work (writing, art, whatever) i’m also concerned with why we do it. i study history of art; that’s my anticipated major. in the psych lab, i’m doing research on why we like stories and why we write them. it’s not simply the making of the aesthetic object itself (although that’s certainly an interest of mine— that studio in the fall nearly killed me, and i’m so glad i took it) but our own human rationale for its creation. what is the worth of art? what’s the worth of words?
i’m not sure if it’s just me looking to validate a field that i’m deeply involved in; my own projection of a desire for self-worth into the humanities; the world of art. but it is a hard and interesting question to answer. i think it’s a question i could spend my whole life asking.
(this post brought to you by me updating my art blog and realizing— shit, i make things. i make things.)
leda and i did a creative & performing arts award project together; have a photo of me installing it in the gallery space. so much tulle and paint and pins ah!
and this is the fever dream drawing that started it all. after i did this, i think i went and got tremendously drunk.
still, one of the best things i’ve ever done, maybe.
haven’t posted my work here in a while. here’s a photo of a pretty pivotal piece— i’ve found it, the root of everything.
all twelve. so proud of myself for getting this done by 3 am.
(if you’re wondering, they’re views of either clouds/city lights/the roof of a parking lot at night)
really awful photo of the painting i did last night. sent it to v with the caption “blood, sweat, tears” which was apt because i’ve shed all three in both the studio & in his presence. do i sound preoccupied? i’m a little preoccupied. i also told him that if he didn’t hear from me again within the hour he should probably call the police.
it was three-thirty in the morning and i heard a knocking on the door and freaked out but when i answered it was an acquaintance of mine, who’d taken the course last year. he was working in the studio next door and was hoping we could walk home together. he showed me his work and we talked about the making of art and the courses we’d taken and. i am so in love with the culture of art students here. yes, sometimes there’s a lot of pretension, but there are also a lot of genuine hard-working people who just want to make things, to make and make and make.
made a gif of the undressing series i did a while ago. super low res cause it’s from my phone photos. i really like these and i need to scan them!
latest painting— plein air landscape outside my house. i live in the woods and i’m so glad i do. (it’s currently drying inside but i worked on it outside for two hours or so)
work in progress, oil on canvas, 16” x 20” i believe?
bahaha i suck at photographing my artwork
waiting for the other one to dry. this one needs a lot of work too. did it on the cardboard container my paints came in (the cutout circle was already there)
working title: self portrait with insecurities
in progress. inadvertently abstracting but i like that.
working title: self portrait with own worst instincts
