That’s a reasonable, diplomatically phrased question. My gut reaction is No! I blog like no one’s watching - LITERALLY. But maybe I will. But also, this puts me in the mind of a conversation I had recently. Does art NEED to be public? What is the value of the public life of artwork, aside from ego gratification? Is art still art if it stays private or otherwise withholding, or is it, as an interlocutor said, just therapy in that case?
I’m not calling my text posts art, but I ask myself “why be in public” all the time.
jesus christ, does it seem that way?
juliewinters said: 1) You should probably give darkarfs that tortilla soup recipe. 2) More diary entries, plz.
2) They’re probably coming, thanks for your support. I’m tagging them “read more”. Sorry in advance to all the people following tumblr on mobile devices where the “read more” break doesn’t work.
1) I’ll see if I can write down the recipe, but it’s really essentially putting four cheap ingredients in a bowl.
This Sunday I’ll be organizing a panel of women in the arts, and why there are so few and why they are not making as much money as their male counterparts, you know: same old terrible shit. It’s gonna be a good talk and everyone should come check it out. ALSO we’ll have Perrier… which is weird, but free! At Amos Eno Gallery (its in the Loom off the Morgan L stop in Bushwick!) this sunday 28th of Sept at 5pm!
Pencil and ink (brush) over-compensated with tobacco.
Also my Don Rosa book came so YAY
IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO JOIN ASS BLOG
i definitely haven’t talked about this as often as i’ve talked about some other things i get asked all the time. the two great halloween costumes of my life were when i was a little kid:
a) i was a rock. my dad helped me build this huge papier machet body with a hole for my legs, and a hole that people had to stick their hands in to drop candy into the bag hanging inside. it was so awesome and no one understood it, which was also awesome.
b) i was a tv set, and inside i was robert stack on unsolved mysteries. i wasn’t very recognizable, but i was really in love with robert stack, so that was the important thing.
by the imperiously glamorous and talented girlmountain (who made an excellent showing under what seemed like difficult circumstances at the brooklyn book festival — sorry i didn’t ask my questions, but by the time the Q&A rolled around, i didn’t think i could make them funny enough).
negativepleasure definitely had a good idea for the hard to draw category:
sorry popsicle stick, you just weren’t really meant to be