“New York City is a panic attack on Houston and Essex, it’s a broken down Q train, it’s a 45 minute schlep to work. New York City is finding yourself in your friend’s ex-girlfriend’s most recent ex-boyfriend’s apartment, it’s a roof in Brooklyn, it’s a bar in the East Village. New York City is a fake ID that expired 3 years ago, it’s an $8 show that changed your life, it’s a kitten found in a box 2 blocks from the office. New York City is a text message that was never responded to, it’s a photo pass to your favorite concert, it’s free drinks on a ship in mid-July. New York City is being in love with everyone you see, it’s a cup of coffee that makes you crazy, it’s your friend putting lipstick on you outside the venue 10 minutes before the show. New York City is platform shoes, it’s a pair of Converse, it’s taking a couple of Advil when you get home. New York City is thrifted treasure, it’s a stoop sale that saved your life, it’s the best cup of cocoa chai you’ve ever had. New York City is a sweaty room full of BK’s hippest, it’s missing an opportunity only to get another, it’s a lot of anxiously waiting. New York City is realizing your dream, it’s passing your current boss’s girlfriend on campus, it’s an iChat that got sent to the wrong person. New York City is a library full of tired kids, it’s a brownstone full of addicts, it’s a dorm room full of outsiders. New York City is a laugh attack in a quiet room, it’s a crick in your neck, it’s a stack of vinyl in your desk drawer. New York City is a walk to the waterfront, it’s an endless conversation, it’s 4 cups of tea in one work day. New York City is a revelation, it’s an exchange of words with the nicest stranger, it’s a never-ending beginning.” — (via kathabblanskcas)
I’ve been vaguely considering doing an independent study (for sure) and/or a senior honors project (maybe) for studio art next year. I’d have to get the approval of the department like, now, and I’d have to find a faculty sponsor, and I’m not totally sure I have the ballz to do it. Basically, it would mean having a small solo show or one huge installation project or something like that probably during the spring. I’m not really an installation piece kind of artist, everything I do is teeny, so it would have to be a solo show, most likely at the TAC Gallery. Do I really have the guts to undertake this project? Will I really feel confident enough in my work in a year’s time to fill up a whole entire (okay, small) gallery with my own work? Still, since I don’t want to pursue studio art as a full-on career, this is kind of a once-in-a-lifetime chance to produce something potentially awesome. There’s only one professor who I know well enough to ask to be my sponsor (well, two, but I still haven’t figured out if the second one likes me or hates me sooo no thanks). DECISIONS.
“This gorgeous Hälssen & Lyon calendar is made of brewable tea. Each day is made of fine pressed wafer thin tea leaves.”
