Last picture of the trip! this is me and Sally under the Eiffel Tower. Well, based on the photo it’s me and Sally in some random black place at night. Nope, it’s Paris were there for 3 days.
that Sally on the left FYI.
Anyways this is the end of the blog. I know I’m the best blogger and I’m sort of inconsistent, but it’s been cool sharing all my stuff with you guys. If you want to e-mail me questions about places I went to, places you might want to go, let me know be happy to talk. thanks all for reading!
I just saw the best exhibition of my life thus far. Yes that is extreme thing to say, yes I’ve seen a lot of shows, and yes this was the best one. The Artist is Philippe Parreno. I knew of him through this film he made called Zedon. the film follows the soccer player for the entirety of a soccer match, 11 cameras focused on one individual. The artist called this a contemporary portrait. I loved the peace. I heard about the show from my uncle, who went to the show and said that the matter what happens I need to see the show before I leave Europe. am so glad I went.
was one of those bittersweet experiences, where you see someone doing what you’re doing except better. I simultaneously felt so connected to the work because I had thought about the ideas he was developing, but his approach was so much more simple, and to rack. Simultaneously inspiring and also sort of a bummer. But more inspiring. It was cool to feel like my ideas were important, and somewhat relevant to the dialogue of contemporary art (whatever that means). It was also really great to see video Incorporated so well into the gallery space. In all my time in Europe I didn’t see one video piece that really responded to in a gallery setting. Everyone has to see the show. I don’t care do you have to do and see the show. it’s so good.
turns out were living right next the biggest/scariest/most exclusive club in berlin. we have and try to get in yet, were still too intimidated. we’ve been reading up on blogs, on message boards, websites, trying to find the secrets for how to get into this club. I actually hate clubbing, but this seems so much more than just clubbing, this seems like a quest, and some I’m into it. I guess you’re supposed to arrive there at 6 and was you go in people don’t leave for 48 hours. Ill keep you guys updated.
so I arrived in Berlin about 3 days ago with my girlfriend Sally. This place is so cool. I feel like I just keep saying that about every place I go. But I guess it’s true, I traveled to some cool places. picture above is of Kruezburg a really cool part of Berlin. it hit its peak in the 80s and 90s before the wall came down, now still pretty cool, but it’s pretty aware of how cool it is. It means Sal have spent a lot of time going to museums, seeing different shows, trying to find small galleries (not so successful). It’s funny, I’ve heard so much about the city and how artsy it is, is actually really hard to find contemporary art here. I mean contemporaneous sense that it’s been made in the past 2 years. there a lot of great museums, but there’s nothing there that’s less than 20 years old. I was talking to my friend about Berlin, and he said that the reason why it’s hard to actually see contemporary Art in Berlin, is that most of what’s being made now in Berlin, is being sent worldwide. It’s a really hot spot for young artists to live and make work, but that work doesn’t come back to Berlin for a few years. I thought that was really interesting. I guess it’s a place I would like to revisit once I could spend more time actually get to know artists there who were making work. It’s also tough because I feel like as long as I’m American and unknown German all only really be able to understand the surface of what’s actually going on in Berlin. but it’s still been really fun to see, me and Sally have been having a great time.
due to some cost-cutting, I made a poor travel decision, and ended up in the Athens airport with a 17 hour layover overnight. I got in at around 6 PM with no idea what I was going to do for the next 16 hours. Unfortunately was already dark and any chance of going to see the ruins in person was out. All the parks were closed. I was debating just sleeping in the terminal all time. So I decided to ask the travel agent woman, the only travel agent woman in the airport, what I should do for the next 16 hours. She told me, “why do you want to go to sleep in Athens, you should stay up all night and walk around the city, here, I’ll draw you a map of all the places you should go and all of the types of transit you need to take in order to do so. You don’t sleep in Athens”. I was sold. I locked up my baggage, and hopped on a bus to the Acropolis.
The bus ride to the Acropolis was almost as insane as the Acropolis itself. Athens looked like a war zone. The hour-long bus ride took us through multiple abandoned car dealerships, empty streets with so much graffiti it was hard to see the original structure. the new Athens was impressed, or all Greece was depressed, but I didn’t know it was this bad.
I got up the bus and took the subway to the Acropolis, I walked around the outside of it, went up onto a ridge and saw what this picture above depicts. it was really magical.
Then I went to a café for 3 1/2 hours and drew pictures of weird penis people. obviously, I ordered a Greek salad. they had heat lamps outside and it was really nice scene. Finally, at around midnight, things just started to get weird. nothing really happened, but the vibe changed, and I really didn’t feel safe. so I found the bus that took the long way back, and I sat on that for 2 hours back to the airport. There, Skype to my sister or my phone, and fell asleep next to a homeless person. Then I was off to Madrid.
Here is a little sultry pic of me in a park in istanbul. Been wearing all black recently. Sorta a new thing for me. Also, don’t know if its because they grow their locally or not, but the tangerines there are really really good. I had like six and it gave me a total tum tum ach.
this was a really cool Park. It was completely walled in so you couldnt really see the rest of the city. it felt like a oasis in the middle of this crazy blade runner type city. As me and Julia were enjoying the scenery, to dudes on motorcycles just blasted through the forest and across the playground. Not something you’d seen the U.S. but I loved it. we also jumped the fence into this abandoned greenhouse, that was really cool too. good day good orange.
Boom! Istanbul is totally insane and I love it. This is definitely the most foreign place I’ve ever been to. I know that sounds really lame, but it’s true, I’m feeling really excited about it. So we’re looking at here is the Bosporus and the old city. the old city has all the stuff like the Hya Sophia, and the blue Mosque, and the grand bazaar. honestly, I thought it was only that place that made up Istanbul. so wrong. this place is massive. And I mean massive. Julia has a porch on her apartment, she lives at this top of this apartment building overlooking the new city. In the city just goes on the horizon. Very overwhelming. Also, the call to prayer was something that I wasn’t expecting. It’s really interesting actually, the story gives you sense for the structure of the day we don’t really need to watch.
And the city feels different than any city I’ve ever been into. I heard one of Julia’s friends say that nothing ever happened the same way twice here. it feels like this city has built upon itself to fit the needs and it’s routines of the people there. There wasn’t any grand plan or grand architect that designed the city, it really was built for the needs of the people by the people. that’s not totally true, because there are a lot of modernist housing units and there have been a lot of renovations and building developments since Ataturk. but it feels that way. Julia goes to school most of the week so i’ve just been exploring the city on my own a lot. Theres nothing really like being in a new city by her self is simultaneously extremely isolating, but also sort of exciting. definitely my favorite place of never traveled to, suggest that everyone go year if they get the chance. Also I have like 10 chi’s a day so i’m caffeinated all the time.
Okay, I sort of got behind on this whole blogging thing. Past month i’v been working nonstop only final work for the term. Everything so went out the window including my health. I haven’t been sleeping much, just work work work. I do feel really good about the pieces I’ve been making though. I’ve also been spending more time with my flat mates. That’s been really nice too, we have had a few really fun nights, I really feel like I’ve bonded with them in a way that I never thought I would. Actually, regret not having spent more time with them. I was really lucky in my flat mates are just really good people. I finished up all the work got everything on time, I wrote this total bull shit paper about YouTube. But it’s all done, and I just packed up some close for my travels for the next few weeks.
My 1st stop, was his picture right here. Hang out with my cousins for Thanksgiving in London. It’s been so fun. This is the 1st time we’ve really been able to go out and do things together as young people, go to bars, Brewskis, Feel Insecure about our future. It’s all good vibes.
Here Are the Places I Will Be Going In the Next 2 Weeks:
1. Istanbul: I Will Be Staying with My Friend Julia For a Week. Can’t Wait.
2. Athens: I Have No Idea Were Going to Stay 24-Hour Layover
3. Madrid: Be Staying with My Aunt and Cousin. I Haven’t Seen Them in A While. It Should Be Really Nice.
then I go back to glasgow to meet up with my girlfriend sally.
So this is actually an older photo that I should have posted a few weeks back. I think it was a Sunday, and I was still in Glasgow. I woke up sort of late, was feeling bad about it and went into the common room to make some breakfast. I was greeted by my Russian flatmate who promptly told me that we were going on a ferry to the Isle of Butte and that I should get ready. She would not take no for an answer, so I put on my warm close, and ran to the train station today to 2 o’clock train out to the fairy. This is me on the ferry heading out to the aisle, you can see the rain clouds in the background, and we thought we are in for a rainy day. But the moment the very reached bute, the sun came out and we just hiked around these grass hills overlooking the ocean the next few hours. It was really fantastic. It’s my flatmate also tried fish and chips for the first time, and didn’t like them.
It soon got dark so we took the ferry back, it was just a really nice day and I really liked how spontaneous the whole thing was. So yeah, thats that.
So real quick. this is a really cool gallery. His call the modern Institute. You can get a sense from the appropriation of industrial space that goes on here. This actually really close to the good press, that bookstore that I just posted about. I just went here last night with a few buddies, Chris Johnson had a show (I don’t know how to spell his name). Chris is actually from San Francisco which is sort of funny. Embarrassingly, I never heard of them before and obviously everyone I was with assumed I knew everyone in California because California is a city. It was a cool show, and I did like the work. But think what I like most about the show was not actually the show itself, but the community that I felt a part of. I know, it’s been like a month and a half since I got here and I really feel like I’m getting to know the landscape of the art scene near. I’ve now seen the same people at multiple different shows I finally just got the balls introduce myself. And everyone I talked to just really really nice. It’s really refreshing. It was at this show where I felt like actually knew most of the people there, I could talk to different groups and get everyone’s thoughts on the show. Usually feel really uncomfortable and art shows but at this show I felt pretty good. And It may have had to do with the art, obviously the work in the space affects the mood and how people are feeling. Chris is a painter and sculptor and his paintings look like children’s paintings but the text he incorporates is really emotional and mature. It sort of feels nostalgic but also feels relevant at the same time. I don’t know, it was a cool show, in a cool space, with cool, and most importantly, nice people.
ugh. Here are some art I’m doing. yes, that is me in the wig. I feel like it’s a total cliché to be dressing up as a woman that your 1st semester of art school, oh well I’m sort of in to it.
it this weird video piece that has me auditioning as my girlfriend over Skype, for the role of my girlfriend in real life. The whole skype long distance thing not easy, looking at someone on the computer screen or make them seem less real.
Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday dear dylan, happy birthday to me.
It was my birthday today. My dad was on a random business trip to London, so he had me take the train down to meet him. It all just sort of worked out. My cousin goes oxford and her boyfriend join us for dinner as well. Also, my aunt and her husband were in town so the whole family got together and had a meal at this really cool place that my uncle went to when he was at Oxford. As you can see, I’m having a little crem bru bru. it’s my favorite type of dessert. I don’t know why it’s just really good. Also the shirt I’m wearing I got for my birthday too. .my dad on the right, he’s a real goofball and it was so good seeing him.
I’ve needed family too, things have been sort of lonely recently.