Finishing up Max Marshall’s Among The Bros and I’ve come to the conclusion that greek pledging and ayahuasca retreats fulfill a similar need for rich Americans. The elites desire to violently but ritualistically spew mad chunks.
What a special week in New York and I got to be a part of it!
5-50 gallery opening last weekend in LIC! Jan Dickey shows never disappoint.
I am not exaggerating when I say that the Ray Hwang show up at Tempest rn ruined my life. He won. He won it all. Time to pack it in, folks.
I’ve been watching Himeka Murai work with hot glue for nearly half a decade and every time she surprises me.
I wrote a review of Scott Sueme’s solo at Uprise Art, who created an entire body of work based off this single poem. “Field in The Wind” doesn’t seem to be anywhere on the internet which means you and I have secret knowledge.
Update on the studio jeans: this shit SUCKS.
@emilycoan.bsky.social is wearing blue jeans in the studio so I guess I am too. 🌙💎💥
I love when an artist says “well this is a bit woo, but-“ because I know the freak within is about to be reveal to me.
I survived once more. The evil forces who would do me harm have failed. I am love eternal.
-me, finally painting some good shit
My goal everyday is to simply make it through the 45 minutes in the studio where I scream “I’M FUCKING RUINED!!” because on the other side is excellence.
Excellent show “RicanVisions” at The Latinx Project. Vyczie Dorado, Juanita Lanzo, and Jorge Luis Rodriguez.
I’m not doing a very good job promoting because im shy about it but I’ll be debuting new work at Future Fair this spring.
Honorable mention of Leo Mocks work at the Anton Kern window show. Pissed they aren’t closer to the street because I know they’re hiding secrets.
The Judith Linhares show at P•P•O•W
I love Damien Dings curation at d.d.d.d but his paintings at Island Gallery really fucked me up. So beautiful and weird.
Had a mad fan girl moment being in the presence of Ida Applebroogs work at Ronald Feldman Gallery. Funny and sad.
Angela Fang Zirbes and Jocelyn Tsaih at Hashimoto Contemporary.
LES and Chinatown gallery walk with Ray Hwang. Art dump imminent.
Whenever I ask a friend about a gallery or dealer and they text back “call me,” I know I am about to hear the most fucked up unethical shit that I will 100% ignore for my chance at glory.
A feast of jewels at Transmitter Gallery. Jenna Rothstein, Jodie Niss, and Amanda Hunter.
I’m not sure how many more “5 things I can see” mindfulness exercises I can do. I’m running out of things to taste in my bedroom.
In another installment of “my mother’s psychic told me to start a gratitude journal, even for things that haven’t happened yet:”
I am so grateful that my latent psychic/telekinetic abilities finally manifested and that I am healed enough as a person to never use them to steal from a museum.
Update: I threw away a bunch of stuff. Sorry, historians.
Still waiting to find out if “another bookshelf” (a ny based artist residency with a free studio) would solve all of this.
Idk if it’s social conditioning or what but I’ve never come back from learning an artwork I enjoyed is ai with a sense of wonder or delight. It is exclusively disappointment and embarrassment. Like learning my 7th grade online bf Koga-kun64 was a 38 year old man from Denver.
I replaced my bedtime doomscroll with reading the first page of Wikipedia and I want you all to know that Stone Age shell necklaces have been found so far inland that they had to have been traded. Which means getting your beloved a little trinket is a top 5 most human thing you can do.
9am in the studio: oops! I’ve never had any talent or ideas. I’ve fooled everyone and they never should have believed in me.
9pm in the studio: yessssss yeeEEEESSS!! MWHAHAHAHA!!!
This is extremely important @support.bsky.team @bsky.app ! @theartnewspaper.bsky.social just wrote an article about the art worlds Bluesky migration.
