Oh man, this warehouse was so hot. Otherwise this day was great.
This whole week has been ….humbling, to say the least. It was my last week working for Jeremyville before I returned to Philadelphia to begin working on my own art projects. I made a little drawing for Jeremy and his wife since I found it incredibly sweet that they so graciously invited me to work with them and trusted me in their home. Absolutely wonderful people. Hoping to get to spend time with them again in the future!
Also, it was just publicly announced that I’ll be painting a mural for Living Walls in Atlanta! My first major mural (other than my work at Centrefuge and a small mural in Glenside, PA). I’ve been collecting wisdom from my friends about painting, and feel pretty fortunate to have these people as resources. I’m so excited to be down there. Monica, the founder of LW, is an amazing human and I can’t wait to see her!
On my last night in NY, my friends recommend that I put out a little open call to have people meet me for a drink before I bounce. I didn’t think much of it until a few hours before….. and suddenly I intuited the all-too-real possibility that I might spend the entire night by myself since I didn’t actually ask anyone to ‘go’ with me. I was like “Man, you already rolled the dice. You’re doing this, babe. Bottoms up!” I can’t tell you how moved I felt when like 15 or more people showed up to hang out with me. I hope this isn’t sounding boastful; I would have felt touched by the presence of one person! But wow, artists who I seriously admire came to bid me a fond “see you later”. Or were just cool with getting drunk in my general vicinity. I’ll be back in NY in a few months for school (though granted, outside the city and probably pretty engrossed in schoolwork), but damn. For better or for worse, whether you love or hate the art, find it genuine or contrived, whatever; this community is really something. I’m lucky to be a fly on the wall.
To be real with you tumblr, I’m saying this shit assuming that no one is really reading it. I don’t feel cool about telling the internet about my life or my friends in a personal way. I need to keep like….a diary or something. This week feels like something that I can chat up a wall about (which is how I feel posting on tumblr) but generally speaking, I dread sounding like I’m name dropping or bragging or whatever. I suck.