monroe

My show went pretty well. My dumb boyfriend accidentally deleted the photo of me next to my stuff, but I should be getting my paintings back in the next few days, so I'll post them then. I used Mala and Nicoletta for reference in two of them. They turned out pretty decent. A while ago, a friend of mine was getting ready for her first opening and she said something to me that I thought rang really true: When we're little we make paintings so our parents will put them up on the fridge and tell us how wonderful and beautiful they (and we) are. And if you think about it, how different is that from what we're doing now? Not much, I think. While I'm glad to get to show my work, it secretly freaks me out a little bit. I think this is because while putting my stuff out on the fridge of public display invites flattery it also opens it up for criticism, which I have ever dealt with well. Even the constructive kind. I tend to take it personally, even when I know its not. I'm generally a very confident person too, but when it comes to stuff that's really important to me, I can overanalyze. It's odd that I feel this way because I'm definitely not one of those art as personal inner truth and emotion people. I have a much more Warholian sensibility (aka I'm a huge asshole and "a deeply superficial person") so it's weird that I'm so shy and protective of it. I hate having to talk about my artwork. Writing my senior thesis was like pulling teeth. I feel like a pompous, pretentious asshole when I talk about My Art. A lot of the time I felt like I was being forced to put "deep meaning" into a piece when there was none, at least on a conscious level. I think its okay for there not to be some supreme meaning in everything. Which leads me to another thing-- artist's intent. Do you think it matters? I say, for the most part, no. People are going to decide whether or not they like a work aesthetically and then apply to it whatever meaning they can relate to their own lives. I do that all the time, especially with song lyrics, mentally cutting and pasting so it fits my life. I think its interesting to know an artist's intent, but not absolutely necessary.

I got her an enema for Christmas.


Creepy Adammm.


A Chinaman and some Sparks mouth.


Love.


Sometimes we can be normal.


Classy ladies.


Favorites.


Ebony and Ivory.


Sausagefest.


I really need to stop drinking Sparks.