Sunday, October 31, 2010

Weekly Review

Dear Natalie,
The days are just flying by, and are packed so tight. I've been working a six-day week, seeing as many old friends as possible, running errands, working on collages, planning for a move, and making a Halloween costume. Having dinner with you and Danny was a real highlight for me. I am so sorry not to make it to your party tonight, but I am swamped with projects and need to buckle down before I start it all up again tomorrow. Without giving too much away, here's a little bit of what the week looked like:

Love, Shorty

Friday, October 22, 2010

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Monday, October 18, 2010

Totally Awesome Weekend

A re-counting of one of the best weekends in recent memory,
(even though I was totally sick and coughing non-stop)
where I :

1. got a brand-new iPhone, and am already addicted.
2. got a very relaxing pink pedicure, and no longer have busted toes.
3. had a very successful curatorial meeting with a man from Maine.
4. had champagne and my dad's homemade chowder
5. had a studio visit and hang time with the excellent James Foster.
6. enjoyed an old-school style evening of Schlitz at the Red Fez
7. watched the first Harry Potter movie in bed, on the projector.
8. was introduced to an original sandwich "The Weekender."

9. learned to ride a moped, and had so much fun I felt like a seven-year old. I was whooping it up through a church parking lot and down the beach road. I had an enormous goofy smile on my face for about an hour.

10. immediately proceeded to go on a long bike ride along the water with my honey, on my new bike. We found a beach shack at the end of the bike path where we could have stuffed clams while sitting on a bench.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Saturday, October 9, 2010

back in nyc

It's good to be back. the house looks smashing, the cat smashed a glass, and I hope to be smashed myself-perhaps later tonight. New York is the same and different, and was waiting for me. I am moving in my old patterns, from home through filth to the divine, and back again.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Miss You Already

These two people are both reluctantly in need of a haircut,
and also do not like to be apart.

1st Order of Business

Many moons ago, Dieter Roth came and turned things upside down at RISD. While I recognize that he was unabashedly radical, sometimes careless, and somewhat badly-behaved, I have since quite fallen in love. It happened at the show at PS.1 years ago, walking into the room where an annotated version of Gartenskulptur was on view. I'm sure many will see this show of work-table-boards-cum-bas-relief-sculptures as a secondary exhibition, but I can't wait.

Dieter Roth at the NYT

Dieter Roth Show at Hauser & Wirth

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Warren Beach Walks

Here on my second to last day in Rhode Island, Arlo and I went on an exuberant, damp stroll. We tromped through muck and puddles on the beach paths through the marsh and out to the beach.

There was a Great Blue Heron, soaring over us in simultaneously graceful and awkward flight. It was like a big, blue, feathered dinosaur, all angles and lavender-pewter colored in the gray sky. The poison ivy, rampant and threatening all summer, has turned a solid dark satin purple, and stands out plainly in the reeds. A murder of crows landed on a dead tree next to us, and began chattering, in their clattering and mechanical way. Their voices carried over the marsh, sounding like bicycles constantly in the midst of changing gears. There was a bleached crab shell, and there were whelks filled with barnacles. There was a very small pile of small gray feathers where some small bird had met it's fate.