Studio Visits...
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Art and Photography

Studio visits are events in an artist's life that can range from being tremendously rewarding to absolutely soul crushing. Let us not forget the studio visit of the mindlessly dumb variety, where you, the artist do all the talking, grasping for words to describe your life's work and ambition, only to fall on death ears. I, of course, am not going to mention any names, because in actuality, the contemporary art world is a small, rather spiteful place.


As of late, I have had the luck of having some rather inspiring visits.


Today I met with Edward from the Mandarin Gallery in Chinatown, Los Angeles. Edward has mainly an entertainment industry background, but refreshingly, knows what he's talking about. It was really rewarding and delightful. I have a sense of hope now, that the art world still has some brains left and isn't just the last territory to be over-run with hipsters.

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How many 'MySpaces' can one have?

I'm not feeling at all schizo from separating my art or creative identity from my other MySpace. Should I? Anyways, tonight's my debut and I'm even going to contribute to a blog on this version of me. Be afraid, be very afraid.

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So a Crackhead walks into a Starbucks.
Current mood: bouncy

So it's 11pm and I get up from my desk and stop working on the Playboy Playmate websites to go get my fix on caffeine for the night. As soon as I get off my chair and start walking around I'm already buzzed as hell from all of the sudden actually using my body for the first time today. It's like every cell has awaken and I feel like I have super human strength and cognitive ability. Which of course only makes me walk by the first crackhead I see in the Office Depot parking lot (on the way to Starbucks), much, much faster then usual. 'No I have no money, none' I say, not wanting to be interrupted from ordering my four dollar designer coffee.


I order my Venti Soy Mocha No Whip Cream and wait. Assistant managers, college students with laptops and a lot of Old Navy fans sat insecurely in comfortable, inoffensive furniture that I swear I saw on the TV show Friends. I sit and wait some more and then a particularly zombified crackhead walks in. Covered head to toe in the all the various filth of downtown LA, he some how scrambles in. Poor guy, probably a walking virus and bacteria lab about to unleash the new plague unto the world. He walks slowly and desperately to the back of Starbucks, stopping momentarily here and there in front of various patrons that don't exactly know what should be done. Everybody looks away after a while as if they're looking at a 3 legged dog. I sit smiling, almost about to laugh. Somewhere in the back of my mind I think this isn't the right reaction for me to have at this moment. I try not to smile, but I can't help find something all too sadly entertaining about the situation. "Venti Soy Mocha No Whip Cream for Van." I walk out as quickly as I walked in. Maybe I'm the crackhead who walked into Starbucks.

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