.the world through the eyes of this girl.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

true love is fleeting

First and foremost - this crowd was great!  i met and re-met some interesting artists (some with anime eyes!) and ran into a sort-of-ex-roommate i haven't seen since i moved out.  had a great conversation about the luxury of simplicity.  
i got to Leo Kesting Gallery after work and ran into my friend S who is an SVA alum.  There were works from Nick Dyball also SVA alum.  there was glorious cheese and as the night went on (and we closed the exhibit) more people packed the place and awed and had a great time...

it seems apt to have an exhibit named true love is fleeting near valentines day.  there's so many things that are fleeting: time, opportunities, feelings, but why does love get all the attention?  maybe it's cos everybody needs it and they're willing to spend crazy money on st. valentines to prove it. (i saw so many people with flowers today like they were going out of style). there's no way you can schedule love it just kind of happens and when it does there's no tangible way to hold onto it.  you can't beef up your resume to sustain it or tie it to your sleeve.   just to remember how it felt i guess is the best you can do when It is so fleeting that way you can recognize it when it comes back at the right time...so i'd like to believe.  

Nick Dyball.
and i looked at this soooo long...
Donna Cleary's monoprints.
Diane Dwyer

Brenda Buck's polaroids are best in person cos you can see all the 
faint messages in the white part of the "polaroid".


Thursday, February 12, 2009

pictures that are not mine.

i fill up my moments of free time/idling at work with various websites and i find stuff like this.  did someone read my mind about how awesome sam j. is and make this painting...?  do chubby kids holding pigs always look this cute?  will that girl on vacation in africa ever redeem herself?  
i've added another link in the sidebar so you can revel in pleasantries such as this...  there are tons more though...i am only one person.

Monday, February 2, 2009

juliana hatfield playing in the background will help us solve this

The terminally reflective 90s... when we'd all listen to college radio and remember all the obscure band's names whose lyrics were too personal. we'd watch sitcoms that all seemed to have that low-level indie music playing in the background (what was up with that!) while they had deep conversations about life. i miss those shows...where nothing blows up every two seconds and you could hear every tortured inflection in Angela's musing about Jordan Catalano or the trials of the party of five, and mustn't forget Dawson's creek or alien/human romance in roswell. I'm starting to see even more red hair, doc martens and nirvana tees cropping up in nyc than last year and incoming freshman look like they stepped off the train right from hot topic or the salvation army and conspicuous peace signs are back. still waiting for the Jordan Catalano hair to catch up with the guys though. c'mon guys get layered! just leave the hemp chokers at home, i don't think I'm ready for that yet...

and on another note so not the 90s but someone at work mentioned how 70s sitcom theme songs have a way of describing the entire synopsis of the show. hilarious! I immediately thought of Fall Guy. this makes me so happy.