Where the static fades...

Today is Day One.

The only way that I personally get things done, is if I make it a competition against myself. 3 years ago, what started off as a compitition between two friends in college, turned into me being a full fledged vegiterian. 5 years ago, I challenged myself to venture far off into the horizons of the unknown for college and found myself thousands of miles from home. A rainy morning, I challenged myself to adventure, and left for a haircut and returned with a tattoo. Today is day One of challenging myself to create. In all honesty, this is an attempt to keep myself home and busy myself; instead of finding myself at the same bars, surrounded by the same people, talking about the same things. AND SPENDING THE SAME AMOUNT OF GOD FORSAKEN MONEY. i need to save. my time here on the upper east is dwindling, and big life decisions are on the helm. I need some pocket change in case I meet someone with a 70’s toy convertible who says hop in as we drive down the black tar pavement; somewhere west of here….

…AKA homegirl is just trying to move to Brooklyn in August and sign a legitimate lease.

on the bucket list for one Month from today:

1. Locate a copy, then READ the book Speedboat by Renata Adler

2. Finish current art project ( tv painting )

3. make use of large canvas

4. study for LSATS ( perhaps this should be higher on the list….)

5. Attempt to squeeze New York for every free attraction its worth

(Source: arthangover)

likeafieldmouse:

Jay DeFeo - The Rose (1958-69)

“The story of Jay DeFeo and The Rose is both a cautionary tale of obsession and an inspiring tale of determination and belief. She began working on The Rose in 1958. She was 29 years old and for the next eight years, she did little else but sit on a stool in her studio, smoking cigarettes, drinking brandy while she painted and scraped away at her vision.

First titled The Deathrose, then The White Rose and finally just The Rose, DeFeo only stopped working on the painting when an increase in rent forced her from her studio. By then it was 1966, her marriage was ending, she was in fragile physical and mental health, and The Rose had become too large to fit out the door.

At nearly 12 feet high and in places eight inches thick, The Rose was constructed from layer upon layer of built up and scraped away black and white paint. DeFeo added mica chips to the paint and so The Rose has its own interior light.”