:: Colours ::

I am just sitting here, searching and thinking of supplies... As I recall last week, I stopped by the school bookstore and everything has changed. The new store is actually in Park Point, in the recently built Barnes and Noble. It seems as though the department has stopped using copper plates altogether. (At least compared to 2006) I couldn't find any Ulano Emulsion "TZ" in particular, which I became accustomed to using while studying under Roni... Need I mention the lack of colors! I suppose NYC does have numerous advantages in some ways, definitely when it comes to PEARL paints and the like. (The world of convenience.)

Seventy-Seven Degrees

This Wedge that I will soon be accustomed to calling home is full of character and small surprises. At times I feel less safe than in NYC, but perhaps it’s simply due to the lack of intoxicating and overwhelming hives of people through out my day here. At LUX I am stopped by the door man, “You should grow out your hair again, and I’d never have to card you.” (Referring to the Afro on my New York, NY license.) I am slowly but surely to at least make acquaintances, and I hope that my artwork will someday make me even more comfortable here. I want to become part of my environment, and go beyond simply being an inhabitant. There are stories here, I just want to listen and take part, even if at a distance.

I love the cool air by my window; the nighttime breeze is comforting and familiar, wherever I go. I am very fortunate to have been able to secure my studio here on South Avenue... I’ve surely won a prize. Classes are only a week or two away, and I will be at a fast pace for sometime. However, when at such a high velocity, things seem to slow down and almost become variables to solutions. So I hope that I will take advantage of my time here and catch up on my being away for so long at the press.

I must type. I must flow along with my thoughts. Both Conscious and Unconscious.

I’ve yet to find a muse of any kind. And I am currently trying to think less of romanticized thoughts of one who is far away and whom I have come to fall for in part by word and beautiful ideology; to admire so much the thoughts and opinions of someone who desires the most amazing experiences out of this world. To see in light the good, bad, and ugly. (Clint Eastwood) I’ve always appreciated questions more than answers, I feel this will always hold true.

If I were to ever achieve a color palette, I would say that I hope to one day live as the Autumn colors which progress almost into Winter’s Purple. It is there that I am most happy.

If I do only have one chance, I have to make the best of it.

:: Graffiti Sunrise ::

I undoubtedly have one of the best apartments in the city; I only hope that I can afford this place for a long time to come. I sit at the top of the building facing the North side; where I have an open view of the late evening sky and courtyard. I can imagine lively things, as I just saw three double-decker bikes, and hear on occasion a swear or two from the traffic below. LUX is at my service along with the great streets that lead to the center of downtown.

This Monday turned out GREAT; I met a new artist Eder Muniz from Brazil! It poured rain all morning but it turned out to be a much better day than was expected. Christina, Lea, and I headed out to the Graffiti bike tour over at the Contemporary Art Center, the trip consisted of 1. The Legal Wall 2. St. Joseph’s Neighborhood Center 3. Broad St (Abandoned Subway) 4. Clifford St. (FUA) I had heard of but never actually had been to the legal wall before, it reminds me of a much smaller “Fun Factory” from Queens. After the ride I ended back over on South to meet up with Eder, who Lea happens to be neighbors with. (He’s actually going back to Brazil at the end of the week.) It’s funny how things sometimes work out. He probably spent about 3hrs on this wall project, during which I met Ant. (A local all around.) I watched him spray layer upon layer of paint… And every time I thought E. was almost done, he’d add something else which made it all work even better. It was the first time I ever really sat around and saw a piece being developed. On the good days its something I might one day hope to aspire to.

When I first got there he was working fast, but as soon as he put up the sun, it stopped raining and the clouds parted. (I swear I’m not making shit up.) Ant and me thought it was pretty funny. People kept stopping by to look around, but E. for the most part was in this mode where he just kept going without any real breaks for water or anything. His style has changed a lot since the last piece that he went over. It turns out his father in law has been down to Salinas before too, on sabbatical. I hope to see more of Brazil in the year that he comes back, seems like a real chill guy.

I can’t get enough of these streets; I’d be out there even more if it weren’t so hot in the last few days. Today wasn’t bad at all, but I still have a lot of errands to run before RIT starts, I’m on the final count down.

There are lots of things that go on in the South Wedge… All this weekend there is a tattoo convention down town, Wedgestock, and a few other art related events. I wonder who I’ll bump into when I get back into the studio. I need to balance discipline with the 19 year old me. I remember when David Jay Reed told me something like, “I used to be like you (non-stop) but I’ve slowed down now that I’m older.” Wherever I end up, if I have to make it happen now, then I’m all in. I can’t wait for later, I’ve waited long enough. I’ve been playing catch up for most of my life… Heinz said he was a late bloomer too, I wish he was around; he always understood what I am about.

This Monday I finally get a bed… A Queen! I’ve been sleeping on the floor for the last few weeks, without an air mattress or anything but a thin quilt. Honestly, this kind of stuff never seems to be a big deal to me. My dream machine status has gone up and intensified. Perhaps it’s my body reacting to the nearby sounds of the city, I really don’t find the faux wood floor all that uncomfortable. Three windows full of light line my wall, much better than that one window box I had in Manhattan facing the dingy brick wall.