As much as I now enjoy coffee and donuts, eating them together is not conducive to writing on the train.
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
I’ve done numerous and specific things with one hand, but typing while holding a cup of java. In the other is inadvisable. Besides the risk of spill, it’s inefficient. I also have to rethink coffee when it comes to my keeping some semblance of whiteness in my teeth.
Now that I’ve tucked the cup away, I can concentrate on this very important pastime. I want to stop for a moment and commend myself for finishing construction on the stockades. I appreciate the fact in myself that I can fulfill a vision. I can also fulfill the rest of my vision, it’s just going to take a lot more work and creativity. I’d really like to complete another video this week, so I need to work on it.
I reserved a large room in P****** Hall for a game, and though I sent emails and made posts on Facebook, I didn’t generate enough energy — actually, none at all — so I’m moving on. Still, I need to use this week, so I’ll work on it.
Today’s classes were fine. I enjoyed the lecture on the dancer Yvonne Rainer in my Art Criticism class. I appreciate the efforts she took to create a pure and plastic form of dance, unencumbered by the traditions of narrative and theatricality. Many of the tropes of dace that we take for granted — parity between audience and performer, dancers in street clothes, untrained dancers and repetitive, task-like movements — can be attributed to the innovations of people like her.
Critical Issues as a bit less engaging. To be honest: At the moment, I can’t remember even who we were reading, but the instructor is enthusiastic and at least attempted to tie current events (the election, police brutality) into the discussion, as they related to the philosophies of the writer. And that writer was…?
Regarding my stockade video, I need to get out of my comfort zone a little bit more. I’m into the idea of public humiliation and maybe even want to set a precedent for being actually weirder than the other kids in the class. I know I’ll get some silence around it, but who cares? I need to make that video by the end of the week.
Actually, now that I think of it, I have a better opportunity to make good use of the room by faking it. At least some parts of the performance.
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I’m headed back downtown to go to Home Depot. Still trying to stay busy as a bee. I think that the stockade piece, since I built,that whole thing, needs a bigger, more grand environment. Unfortunately, that means that the space I’m renting has to be painted white (see Brian O’Doherty) to achieve the effect I desire. So I’m headed to 23rd to get some more paint so I’ll have it to tomorrow, when I plan to paint all or some portion of the messy walls.
Tonight we were addressed by the oldest artist that we have yet seen. She is an African-American artist with a long exhibition and life history. I particularly enjoyed listening to her stories about her life and behind the works. It was warm, amusing and informative.