http://summersession101.blogspot.com/
well worth the reading.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Tooth Be With Me!
To celebrate actually installing a high profile project negotiated for nearly three years, we
As I delicately bit into the tender fish, my front canine tooth must have gotten scared for it jumped out of my mouth, hit the plate with a "kaching!" and rolled way to find the cheap pizza it was use to.
Bring on the dessert! I've been reading the ingredients of HMOs, PPOs and MDGs all night trying to decide which to order.
One option looks better on paper than the others.
I'll let you know how it tastes.
Too sweet to be good? I sure as tooth hope not.
Good Dental Insurance for Artists:
Guardian MDG
http://www.freelancersunion.org/insurance/new-york/dental/ny-guardian-mdg.html
As I delicately bit into the tender fish, my front canine tooth must have gotten scared for it jumped out of my mouth, hit the plate with a "kaching!" and rolled way to find the cheap pizza it was use to.
Bring on the dessert! I've been reading the ingredients of HMOs, PPOs and MDGs all night trying to decide which to order.
One option looks better on paper than the others.
I'll let you know how it tastes.
Too sweet to be good? I sure as tooth hope not.
Good Dental Insurance for Artists:
Guardian MDG
http://www.freelancersunion.org/insurance/new-york/dental/ny-guardian-mdg.html
Thursday, February 5, 2009
The Birth of Yuliya
Taking on a new artist is a rare occurrence for me. On top of being very cautious in embracing a new cause, I'm busy with two handfuls (physically accurate) of artists who deserve all my attention. Cutting in on time I spend fighting for them weighs heavily on my conscious.
But sometimes there's a spark, a connection.
How this one galleriest was recently swooned seems a symbolic enough story to begin a blog with:
I walked into a dinner party that made me want to walk out of it. To my dismay, the mouth that formed the comment, "Your boobs look really nice. You lost weight but they are still big." stood between me and the door. Several artists greeted me with questions regarding unsuccessful attempts at submitting work to the gallery. It was a fun nite ahead, indeed.
Yuliya Lanina arrived in that awkward first moment of silence. That dinner, she unknowingly taught me tactics of diverting horny men and exiting exasperating conjecture on painting's future in the art world from people who paint but bitterly do not exhibit. She was brash, bold, confident and sexy. She was a high grade interjection of wit, humor, brutal honesty and sincerity. She had my attention all nite. We left together and I watched as she rolled off on her bike with a bunch of shit strapped into the basket. I continued to watch over the next years from afar, interested to see if the work grow to meet all the amazing things exuded from her that night.
Very recently, when I was far from free to look, Yuliya slipped one of her films under my nose. The film was wonderous. She had thrown comfort to the wind and took a chance to create work better than what she'd labored all her life far to master. Suddenly, a beautiful, crazy, unique, free, powerful mind pushed out of her into a new world. Possibilities of what she'd grow to create were limitless.
This is how Yuliya was born in my eyes. It was as close as I've ever been to being let into the hospital to watch the umbilical cord cut. Really, can anyone ever leave the picture after that?
But sometimes there's a spark, a connection.
How this one galleriest was recently swooned seems a symbolic enough story to begin a blog with:
I walked into a dinner party that made me want to walk out of it. To my dismay, the mouth that formed the comment, "Your boobs look really nice. You lost weight but they are still big." stood between me and the door. Several artists greeted me with questions regarding unsuccessful attempts at submitting work to the gallery. It was a fun nite ahead, indeed.
Yuliya Lanina arrived in that awkward first moment of silence. That dinner, she unknowingly taught me tactics of diverting horny men and exiting exasperating conjecture on painting's future in the art world from people who paint but bitterly do not exhibit. She was brash, bold, confident and sexy. She was a high grade interjection of wit, humor, brutal honesty and sincerity. She had my attention all nite. We left together and I watched as she rolled off on her bike with a bunch of shit strapped into the basket. I continued to watch over the next years from afar, interested to see if the work grow to meet all the amazing things exuded from her that night.
Very recently, when I was far from free to look, Yuliya slipped one of her films under my nose. The film was wonderous. She had thrown comfort to the wind and took a chance to create work better than what she'd labored all her life far to master. Suddenly, a beautiful, crazy, unique, free, powerful mind pushed out of her into a new world. Possibilities of what she'd grow to create were limitless.
This is how Yuliya was born in my eyes. It was as close as I've ever been to being let into the hospital to watch the umbilical cord cut. Really, can anyone ever leave the picture after that?
Everywhere to here which gets to Everywhere
Its time.
I'm going public with the stories of art, adventure, drama and romance.
Inside scoop? Real deal? Juicy bits? First hand peeks?
There's no avoiding it.
Welcome, dear readers, to the saga of the life I call my own.
Always,
-L
I'm going public with the stories of art, adventure, drama and romance.
Inside scoop? Real deal? Juicy bits? First hand peeks?
There's no avoiding it.
Welcome, dear readers, to the saga of the life I call my own.
Always,
-L
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