rock and roll heart

now that i am much less jetlagged i feel more abl to reflect on my trip. here is a summary:

-saw practically every show in chelsea except for the thomas ruff. highlights: charline von heyl, charlie ray, george condo, jason rhoades, antony gormely, hirsch perelman, isaac julien, and there are others. the richard prince at the guggenheim was fantastic.
-i was underdressed the entire time
-visited yale and columbia, and i liked them both equally. they are very different. i think i might like yale more to my surprise. maybe i'll apply next year.
-ate french fries
-bought a book by liz kotz on language in 1960s art, which i am very excited to read
-a sudden urge to wear heels
-became slightly afraid of large crowds
-became slightly grateful for los angeles rush hour because at least you're not on a crowded subway in a random man's armpit for an hour

there were a lot of really emotional moments though. one in particular i felt as i was making my way to the gugenheim on the second day i was there, walking own madison ave in this ultra grey couldiness unique to ny in november. i looked up at all the buildings and suddenly realized how it was exactly how i remembered them, the type of brown and greys in the photographs i held onto for so long when i was homesick, when i was painting from them, and kept for posterity's sake... it was so real. it was very overwhelming.

seeing old friends was good, all good, and interesting. it's interesting how we are all basically the same people our entire lives.

it was a good trip.

now i'm back here, back to my dirty studio that i forgot to clean before i left. listening to kurt weill...