It’s been a wonderful day. I’ve been too busy and absorbed to write anything. I was busy being embiggened by art. I went to both the Whitney and the Guggenheim today. The exhibis were wonderful. Robert Tuttle’s work was whimsical and silly and watching other people watch it was fun. Ed Ruscha’s “Course of Empire” paintings were my favorite part of the Whitney. Really moving and intellignet.
The Guggenheim was half-closed for renovations and installations. My favorite bit there was a huge Russian painting from 1909 or so called “Defeat …” something or other … I’ll fill this in later.
Anyhoo, right now we’re at the Pink Pony on the lower East side. This place is famous for some reason, but I can’t remember why. I’ll have to look that up. We met Wally, Krista’s boyfriend. He was very funny and smart and had to leave to play a gig with the Jones Street Boys. Good luck Wally.
Next up is Richard Foreman. Wow, Richard Foreman. For once I have no idea what to expect. That’s exciting.
So, I was saying to Krista and Acacia a bit ago that I really feel re-invigorated by this weekend of art in New York. I didn’t realize how artisticaly depressed and exhausted I was (Yes, I realize how esoteric and cheezy that sounds.) until I started thinking like an artist again. I’ve been working on shows, and doing sketches, and writing, and having ideas flow from nowhere again. I forgot what it was like to have my intuition doing its work. It’s a wonderfl feeling and I’m very grateful to have it back.
I guess for an artist, that must be the best thing about a big city like this. There’s inspiration everywhere. There are people and work all around that will challenge you and force your ideas to a new level. I’ve known that I needed some new challenges for quite a while. I’m happy to have found some here.