Art today was interesting, to say the least

Today in art two interesting things occurred. One, I realized that I can be categorized as a Dadaist, which I am not fond of. I hate Dada, I have never been interested in it or inspired by it, but all of the work I have done this semester has a very Dadaist element to it. Take today, for example, the panel I am working on is the one which suffered my hissy fit. It is brown with bits of red. Brown. Sign one of Dada. Then over the break I was trying to think of a compelling image to transfer onto the panel, and I decided on a train. Train. Machinery. Sign two of Dada. All of my work this semester has had the same color scheme of brown, red, black and white. Everything has machinery or metal incorporated into it. I hate Dada. But I have accidentally created a number of Dadaist pieces. Although, this piece by Hannah Hoch from 1919 is mind blowing.



Second: I had a odd heart to heart with John about my future. I can't remember exactly how this got started. I was sitting there, working on my train, when he came over to watch me work as usual. I think Ashley said something about being stressed with exam time, and I said, "I just want to be out of school for good." I still have Riverside and a year off on my mind, and that is all I want right now. John replied with, "Don;t say that. The second you are done with school you will want nothing more than to be back." Yeah, right.

I told him that when I leave I have years and years of schooling left. MBA, Masters in Art History, then eventually my doctorate in Contemporary Art. That's alot. I told him I don;t want to go to grad school, because right now in my mind grad school is getting my MBA, while working at Tenet. In recent months I have been excited about working at Tenet after graduation, going back to Jessica and Denise and Carrie and Craig. I really miss them all. But the second that I realized that I want nothing more than to take a year off after graduation and live in Riverside, I have come to view working at Tenet like selling my soul. I told all this to John, and he said that grad school was the best times he ever had. I pointed out that he went to art school, so that hardly counts. He thinks its ridiculous that my parents would never go for sending me to grad school for art. I would be deliriously happy, but there is no future in that. I don't want to teach; god no.

John asked me what will make me happy, and what I want to do with my life. I told him about Tenet, and his response to hearing the words "marketing for a hospital management company" was simply "eeew." I want to work in a museum. I want to curate at MoMA. I want to own a little gallery in Brooklyn. I want to live in a little apartment in Brooklyn, possibly walking to work at the Brooklyn Museum every day (and seeing Matthew Barney drinking coffee on a corner while on the way there wouldn't hurt). I want be around art for the rest of my life.

I know that working for Tenet is the wise choice, but it will not make me happy. I enjoy working there, but I am not passionate about it. Ever since I made this plan I have told myself that I will just work there for 5 to 7 years, get my MBA while there, save up the money I made so that I can afford to move and take risks. Careers in the arts pay nothing, but I am perfectly okay with that.

This blog has turned into an odd thing. It is more so a train of thought than anything. Over the summer it was simply "I did this then I went here and then did this" simply so that I could remember. Over Thanksgiving break I hated writing and updating it, but I like being able to read back on what I do while home. While at school posts like that would be boring. "Today I woke up. Ate breakfast. Went to art. Had an LCP meeting. Went to Ancient Greece. Went to Leadership. Took a nap. Ate dinner. Did my homework. Went to some meetings. The End."

That's horribly boring. I think this blog is going to change, and I am excited about it.

R.I.P. Hipster Runoff

Today, or actually the other day, marks the end of an era. Carles is officially retired from Hipster Runoff. The blog that I have obsessively read and lived by for years is over. Mike is the new editor and blogger for HRO, but he is just not the same. It lacks Carles' wit and outlook on life. I have already unsubscribed from the mailing list. Mike does not impress me. What will be the new Hipster Runoff? I am disappointed.

My favorite HRO post of all time, "Feeling both hornie and conceptual" makes me laugh every time I read it. I love when Carles has posts like this, that have nothing to do with music, fashion, altbros and altthings.

"I am in a weird mood this weekend. I feel like seeing some avant garde art/music/performances, but at the same time, I feel like doing something that objectifies women, like going to a strip club or something.

Part of me really wants to discover a new underground buzzband that is more authentic than Animal Collective/Karen O
but another part of me just wants to see some alternative titties.

Part of me wants to go to a meaningful art space and enjoy a night where people challenge reality
but the other part of me feels like ‘artists are bullshit people who want attention’, similar to tweens on youtube.

Part of me wants to see Tom Morello with a bunch of sweet Effectz Pedals,
but a bigger part of me wants to see a woman on all-fours without a shirt on with sweet pedals.

Part of me wants huge titties in my face
but another part of me wants lil authentic titties in my face.

Part of me wants to experience the night sober
but another part of me wants to ‘get mad fucked up.’

Part of me wants to ‘get drunk’ off miscellaneous beverages
but another part of me wants to detox with Rice Dream/ Silk / Soy Milk.

Part of me wants to see MGMT this weekend
but part of me wants to just see this broad this weekend, then send her a friend request 2 her weirdo myspace.

I am not sure which part of me will win. I am not sure who I am any more. I am not sure why I do anything any more.

What r u doing this weekend?

I feel like I need 2 get back 2 my roots, and search for the perfect alternative breasts
http://www.hipsterrunoff.com/t/perfect-alternative-breasts"