wearing a topknot, reading through invites to openings i never made it to because i was wrapped up in my own project, tying up all the ends of the curatorial bitchwork i neglected over the past few weeks (budget, legal considerations, reflection), wishing i could be outside. but, summer: soon!
Halfway home.
Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.
wearing some tweed, monalisasmiling because it’s finally spring
Made this calendar to get me through the next few weeks in a sane way. The scary black text at the bottom read: thesis deadline! & defense!
Lucio Fontana, Concetto Spaziale, Attese (1968)
Feeling a bit like this today.
