Digital Breeze

11/27/2017 : Sarah Charlesworth: Doubleworld  @LACMA 11/18/2017: Jim Shaw: The Wig Museum  @MarchianoArtFoundation 11/07/2017: First time to Charleston, SC. 10/29/2017: Returning to NL; Haarlem, Delft, Den Haag, Almere, Amsterdam Visiting family  Frans Hals Museum Corrie Ten Boom The Eye Museum Apichatpong Weerasethakul & Cao Guimarães exhibition Rijksmuseum Matthijs Maris exhibition Frans Hals Museum The Eye Museum Apichatpong Weerasethakul Life on a houseboat From North Amsterdam Greenery in Amsterdam Rijksmuseum The Night Watch, Rembrandt....and hundreds of tourists

Documenting life in apocalyptic Los Angeles.  I've been here about 2 years now, after many great years in Long Beach.  Life in LA is weird, I still am adjusting to the idea that I am here.  It was definitely a no-brainer to relocate, when a great job comes along...one that serves both your financial and creative outlet, you got to give it a whirl.  Having grown up in the greater LA area, the glamour and the glitz has little to no effect on me.  Especially now working at a job that is quite fancy and prestigious, it has more of a strange effect on me.  I tend to forget that I work somewhere that many people wish they could be at.  Alas, I approach work all the same, regardless of the company or level of exclusivity.  I do have to stop compartmentalizing everything, rather than a numb effect, it just takes me out of the present. Life from the kitchen, 2017 After being here for 2 years, I blinked and it all passed me by.  I think I ...

I see myself at a shoreline, snowing, black boulders, crouched down mind blank. Snow landing on my shoulder, lips chapped, glasses fogged. Wind. Wondering where I am. When am I?

Pierre Huyghe, No Ghost Just a Shell , 1999

Things are at once looking good again...my back is feeling better, still has a slight twinge to it but overall almost back to abnormal. Yesterday was Easter, who cares? I don't. After the rain in the morning, the clouds parted and the warm Sun heated everything so nicely. I wanted to go out and run around, be active and sweat up a storm. Instead I sensibly went to the gym and rode the bike, then did lots of stretching for my back and booty on the floor. The day was relaxing, M and J prepared lots of food for eating, it was an anti-Jesus fest, foods in reference to his bloody death and bloody return(I guess?...or his hatching from an egg, who cares?). It was all tasty treats that molded my body into the shape of Buddha. We also had visits from V and M, just stopping by to say hi, we offered them food but they were on their merry way to other engagements. How dare they! Thankfully they did do their parts in polishing off some of the cupcakes that have been haunting our kitc...

I have ice on my butt. No really I do! Technically it's a frozen ice pack, but regardless I'm totes on ice. Recently I did a bit too much running around on the tennis courts, I may have stretched for a ball too far and tweaked something in my back area. I'm hoping it's just a muscle or nerve thing that is going to settle down after a few days of rest, it best not be something more serious, cuz then I'll get totes srs about this. It's my own fault, I should be more present when playing and remember to keep my level of intensity within an appropriate/manageable range. Not that I'm intense on the court, it's just easy to smack the shit out of the ball and go crazy. In addition, I need to understand the concept that a defensive shot is just that, defensive. It is not the time to go for broke and try to hit an out right winner, it ain't gonna happen ya slow poke. Well here's to hoping I recover in a timely manner. Work is work is work is wor...