Am I on the Lower East Side? I’m not sure.
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
I’m sitting in one of my favorite lunch places, Lovely Day on Elizabeth Street. The restaurant is some strange Thai fusion joint with the peculiar distinction of having very wan, hip young white women as servers. It seems never to have deviated from that demographic formula.
I had a nice lunch and then went home to work, more. I’ve been steadily working on my “Casual Cruelties” series, and I’d really like to be done by a week before November 13th. I still haven’t yet heard from the faculty about being able to show during Open Studios. At this point, depending on the answer, I might end up being a bit devious. I mean, my purpose is to show my work, is it not? We’ll see whether they say, “you can participate in Open Studios.” Maybe silence is even better because they said neither yes nor no. In any case, I’m going to prepare for it and get my materials ready.
I’ve been mostly editing my work, today. It can be tedious, but the results can look fantastic. Case in point: I’ve had to do lots of extra work on what I’ll call the “Lemonade Showers” segment of the series. In it, i am on my knees with my head down, while what is ostensibly “lemonade,” but appears to be a dark yellow liquid, is poured over my nearly naked body. I had a few problems with the initial footage that needed to be fixed. Firstly, as is often the case, there was a corner or edge that featured a bare corner or piece of tape that I didn’t want in the shot. In addition, the white floor covering I used was striated. Even worse in that case, I crumpled up the covering to hide the striations. I can’t be sure if it helped. Even further, while filming, the yellow liquid began to leak onto my covering, revealing itself in the frame.
I had to cover the unwanted holes, smooth out the floor material, time stretch the liquid leak to make it appear like it happened quickly instead of slowly, and THEN add an animation that gave prominence to the actual stream of liquid that was dripping from out of the frame and onto my head and shoulders.
So the editing is going well. I’m doing a lot at home because it’s comfortable and easy to do in that environment. Tomorrow I’ll go to the studio and set up for the next shoot.
I must note that yesterday I went to see a film called Moonlight, at the Angelika Theater on Houston street. The movie, taking place in Miami, is about three stages in a young African-American male’s life. It has been getting rave reviews, and the African-American male reviewer for the New York Times noted to me that he was seeing his life on screen. Given that that guy seemed to have a background that was similar to mine (read: squarely Middle-Class), I thought I’d be able to relate to the film. Unfortunately, I couldn’t. The film was still about a poor black boy from the Ghetto with a crack-addled mother. Not my life. There was moderate but noticeable use of the N-word which, however “realistic,” only serves to give permission for others to think of African-Americans as such, in their minds. In sum, the movie was poignant, poetic and somewhat thought-provoking, if not wholly original.