wearing some tweed, monalisasmiling because it’s finally spring
“Burden climbed into a “chrysalis”-like sac and had himself installed in between some of the museum’s exceedingly random 18th century paintings, with candles placed at his head and feet. And there he hid all day.” (via greg.org)
Reblogging this oldie-but-goodie because this is exactly what I want to do today instead of finish my thesis— just cocoon myself somewhere.
(See also: Sol Lewitt’s voice in my head telling me to “stop it and JUST DO”)
after reading emails // not enough pink
March in Art
I saw so little art this month in comparison with February… but sometimes less is more. The month started off with the opening of Sturtevant’s show “Image over Image” at Moderna Museet which I wrote on for Art Observed.
Then my friend isismarina tipped me off on #BMWtatelive Performance Room where I watched a performance by Jerome Bel. As tweets flew by I tried to formulate an easy-to-answer question for the artist to answer in the Q&A which HE THEN DID! It was a bizarre experience, leading me to wonder if tweets are the new applause.
Later on in the month my friend Stefanie Hessler curated a fantastic week-long series of lectures, performances and workshops entitled Performing Recalcitrance, hosted by the Royal Institute of Art (KKH). As part of that I watched a hilarious artist talk by Mike Smith, heard Geert Lovink muse on Wikileaks and the relentless release of documents, and then engaged in three therapy sessions with a Viennese artist by the name of Clemens Krauss who previously trained as a psychotherapist.
Near the end of the month I went on my usual Hudiksvallsgatan gallery rounds, where I enjoyed the following three exhibitions:
Jakob Krajcik at Peter Bergman Gallery, Jeannin Schuurmans “Le Sous Marin” at Christian Larsen, and Jorma Puranen at Galleri Flach. The last is pictured below - the glares are in the photograph themselves and not by the lighting when I took the photo - supercool. I noticed a theme running through several galleries with photographers working with the blurring of memory.
That’s it for March, stay tuned for April.
"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited."
Sylvia Plath (via emotional-algebra)
get out of my head
This quote gave me a flashback to my college admissions essay, which I found while doing some spring cleaning. The writing is so very embarrassing. Instead of telling about a personal hardship I chose to portray myself as a the ultimate nerd I am, basically wailing on for a full page about wanting to have ALL THE SKILLS AND KNOWLEDGE. It worked, though— the admissions people were like OMG LET’S GIVE THIS GIRL A PLACE TO LEARN BEFORE SHE EXPLODES.
Smith College ended up being that place for me, which makes this quote all the more fitting as Sylvia Plath went to the very same school. Alma mater love!
Just got to the 40 page marker on my thesis AND got asked out on a date. Who ever said boys don’t like smart girls?
#emails from mom
I have a new “tenant” ! It is such a beautiful day 50 degrees and I opened all the windows in the cottage to air it out and a bird flew in……Now I cant get it out …………