Caroline Caldwell. Hello!
I feel like I’ve posted a ton of things here on tumblr about myself and my interests …and yet somehow I feel that my voice is largely absent from these posts. I’ve avoided answering many of the questions I get on here (sorry ‘bout that). I thought perhaps the small following I’ve retained is owed one proper introduction to prove that I am indeed a human (in lieu of a captcha) and I most likely shit the same as you.
I’m not posting this outside tumblr, this is just for you. So here we go! *Plugs nose and pencil dives into deep end*
I’m a twin (fraternal) with a fact-generating-robot named Chris; my better half and my best friend. Together he and I are the youngest of 6. I’m a 21 year old vegetarian, atheist, student at Sarah Lawrence College. I’m studying human rights and environmental politics and a pinch of Chinese history. I work in my school’s events office, and next year (my last year) I will be an interviewer for prospective students. So if you’re thinking about applying to Sarah Lawrence, I may get to grill ya (sweetly)!
My academic experience largely excludes the arts, but the rest of my life is very much absorbed by it. My interest is in a small niche community of street art, graffiti and vandalism. Pranksters, subverters, hackers, conceptualists, playful sabotagers, and creative assholes are my cup of tea.
I dabble in the arts, scrabble in the writes, and bedazzle as an amature-model (I don’t have a link for this one - every shoot I’ve done has been for friends or ppl finding me on instagram).
Currently I’m reading Atlas Shrugged and living with one of my best friends (a street art/graffiti journalist) in Brooklyn, while I complete a month-long residency working with the ever-precious Jeremyville. Right now, I’ve been doing animations for him, which is opening up a whole new world for me. Working with Jeremy is a total joy, and I’m privileged to be learning as much as I am. Particularly as a college student, it’s nice to be supporting myself (in a small way) through art instead of being a slave to the coffee grind.
Meanwhile, I’m working on a book with another artist, which I am very excited to tell you about, but must wait before I can divulge more. Trust me when I say it will be close-your-agape-jaw-with-your-hand good. The rest of this summer is dedicated to working on my own art, since I’ve staved off from art making for the entire school year. I’ll have a few more super sick projects to show you in the near future, dear readers!
My boyfriend RJ is 100% the coolest human being you or I have ever met. He just finished his second book (published out of his fucking dorm room, no less) and is the editor in chief/creator of the street art blog, Vandalog. He went to high school in London, and while living there, curated one of the first ever major street art gallery shows. He has given lectures around the world on street art and his resume could put older academics to shame. He inspires me to do my best and I feel lucky every single day to know such an incredible person.
Wanderlust. Traveling has always felt like a must for me. But not in a romantic sort of tattoo-an-airplane-on-my-forearm kind of way. More like a tangible get-lost-get-dirty-get-scarred-get-scared-get-robbed-get-mad-get-made-get-strong sort of thing. I felt like I couldn’t go to school before my wanderlust was satiated. As soon as I earned enough money during high school, I caught a flight to India for a month (much to my parent’s dismay, but hey! If you can make it happen honey, you don’t need your dreams to be validated!) In my first year of college I spent a week in Shanghai with a small study group from Arcadia University, and went off with a friend and explored the city with a crew of Japanese lesbians. Last summer I spent a month in Rwanda with a group through the New School, studying how the nation rebuilt itself after the genocide - a topic which I feel deeply attached to. After that, I took a solo excursion to Cape Town, South Africa for about a week, where I got a very personal tour of the street art scene there through a man named Juma who showed me around Khayelitsha, and through a street artist named IndiGo who showed me some of the more polished places in town. Such an intense, eye-opening trip. Short, sweet, dangerous, but absolutely beautiful. I could totally see myself living in Cape Town. This past year, I spent a weekend (literally, the weekend) with my godfather in Rome just for fun. He recently took me on a trip over spring break to Bangkok, exploring Buddhism and graffiti with a street artist we met up with there. That’s kind of the cool thing about the street art community. I feel like I have friends in places I’ve never been. Anyways, I’ve spent time in a few other countries, but this is getting really ranty, so I’ll just leave it at “.etc”.
One of the most valuable lessons I’ve learned through traveling is that company plays a vital role in how you intuit an experience… so choose your companionship wisely. I’ve traveled with people who are so open to the adventure and present in the moment, that they can make the most unusual and challenging of situations feel enlightening. I’ve traveled with people who see their world through instagram filters and that shit can really call you out of the here-and-now. I’ve also traveled on my own a few times, which can be brilliant fun, but my warning is that it can be easy to get lost in an echo-chamber of your own thoughts if you don’t have anyone to bounce them off. Luckily, I’m a bit of an outrovert so I sort of naturally sought out company wherever I went. The other major takeaway that I’ve gotten from travel is that you do not need to wait for other people to validate your dreams. If you want to go, go. If you don’t have a friend who wants to go with you, go (if you can handle it). You don’t need permission to expand yourself, and you likely won’t get it anyway. So work your bum off, make the lettuce, buy the ticket, and enjoy the ride.
In the last two or three years, I’ve been so fortunate. I’ve gotten to meet some of my heroes, and am humbled to now call a few of them my friends! I’ve gotten to watch other people enjoy art I created (at the risk of sounding boastful, this is possibly the best feeling ever). But honestly, I attribute this stuff largely to luck. I’m lucky my parents are the amazing providers that they are. I had no say in the time or place that I was born, and i’ve gambled on a few choices that turned out really well instead of terrible. I think writing down goals is a good first step toward reaching them, so I’ve set a few goals for myself for the nearish-future:
-Learn to tattoo
-Buy a screen printer
-Work for Faile/Shepard Fairey/myself
-Work with Broken Fingaz Crew (my art heroes)
-Kiss Swampy on the fingers
-Destroy all public advertisements - replace with art
-Do massive rollers
-Learn how to spray paint PROPERLY
-Have a room that is all one color (black, red, pink or white)
-Read every book by Henry Miller
-Make sure Know Hope knows he is the most handsome artist alive
-Go to Tokyo
-Be drunk and fabulous with John Waters
-Get my balaclava back from Beau Stanton
-Make a balaclava stitched for two
-Fire extinguisher-paint blast a wall
-Kiss Swampy on the other hand
Fears (to overcome):
-Committing to one ‘style’ (it’s looks so dreadfully boring, doesn’t it?)
-Drawing on paper. Sweet mary mercy give me anything to draw on but a blank sheet of paper.
-the inevitability of death and of awkward social interactions at art shows