i am going crazy with my free time (again) and keep wandering from one scheme or another to be rich and famous and artistic. not particularly therapuetic in all this was the maira kalman show at the ICA that iele and i went to recently. we had a lovely breakst at naked chocolate cafe, where i was amazed at the peanut butter icing, which tasted exactly like the former with the smooth texture of the latter. Also we had coffee in glass mug, which i always find weirdly enchanting. but i, as usual, digress. Maira Kalman makes the most beautiful things. she embroiders and paints and does pen and ink drawings of brooms and coffee cups. she reads kafka and goethe and proust and flaubert and weaves them seamlessly into her art, where intellects and authors and artists mingle with hat boxes and day coats by issac mizrahi ( a personal friend of hers). she eats chocolate croissants and thinks things in beautiful cafes. i want to have a life like heres, but it is hard, you know, when you feel mired in work and life and laundry. i feel everyday should be made more special and inspirational, but i am so frequently tired and just want to watch the x files. i don't know how to tap into the specialness of my life. lately everything just seems like work.
she had a show at the ICA?
ReplyDeletei know i keep chalking a lot of things up from last year as "this was the exact moment, the exact branch, that fell on that pebble, next to that blossom, on spruce street, next to the arts league, when it was almost raining, that made me know i was undoing it all" BUT The Principles Of Uncertainty really really really really really was that. and fainting in memphis. and acdfa. and taking a lavander bath at dfaye's.
CHANGED THE FUCKING COURSE OF MY UNCHARTED LIFE.
maria!!!!!!!
i know i know i want to be maria i want to live in her hat.
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