The lovely and talented Les is back in town, and thus a-lunching was in order yesterday. Several things came up while discussing our respective life changes (his relocation and new career, my different relation to youth and lack of aesthetic obsession), and back at home I jotted them all down in gruesome detail, but lucky for you all, I forgot to save and, while tandemly designing the next Marjorie Wood Gallery show and finishing up Megan’s website, I experienced my first OSX non-stop spinning ball thingy. Well, I was probably just repeating myself anyway, so lucky for you, short attention span baby gays.
I have about 20 pounds of Italian prune plums that I plucked from my tree yesterday. Organic, Coco-grown AAA. If you’d like some, come on over before this weekend when it will all become plum jam–or come on over late this weekend and pick up some plum jam.
Philip came over last night, all in black and sporting his matching très chic soft sculpture black cast, raising the bar for ruptured plantar fascia fashionisiti. I made a Bolognese meat sauce, substituting ground calamari for more sentient fellow earth creatures, and we watched Wong Kar-Wai’s In the Mood For Love. It is one of the few films that I will call a masterpiece. Every frame is like a Vermeer painting, meticulously framed and designed. He slows down the action of Maggie Cheung descending a staircase, and weds the slow motion with a moving orchestral arrangement, amplifying and letting us savor the brief visual experience of her beauty.
It would seem I am in a rut. First I was obsessed with the Pole, then all the rest of Bear-landia, and now that’s all behind me and I just don’t know what to do next. My New York show is pretty much ready, except for little details that aren’t very time-consuming, and now I can start to think about the next thing. Because I’ve experienced such a major shift in relation to culture, youth, and my own process, I feel a completely different relation to my former subject matter, and am a little unsure about how to approach it, or even what I want to say about it. I told Philip and Les that I want this period to be about play, to just play around with a lot of ideas in the studio and see what happens. I’ve been doing this for a while actually, only now I’m going to call it play.
But did I mention all this before? Help! Somebody get me out of here! Maybe I should become a stock-broker?