A guy walks into a residency, takes a photo and then leaves.
You’re welcome. Thank you, celebrity.
Mariana has a T-shirt that says “No selfies, just talk”. Now people take photos with her in this T-shirt.
Artist in Residency (AIR).
Everything is going wrong.
I forgot my hairbrush.
I bought an app for an artwork. It won’t arrive till next week, too late. I called to ask if I could download it. “No”, they said.
I tried to take myself out to dinner, but they didn’t have a table for one.
Despite wearing shoes in the shower, despite it being cold, for the first time in my life I think I have developed athletes foot. In light of my current situation I am seeing this as an achievement.
Does documentation make the art?
Last night I went to the free the arts forum at ATYP. I tried to wink at a friend but it accidentally caught the eye of another. “Sorry”, I said.
My apology offended her. I go back to my cabin, the only place I know.
My cabin: my cubicle, my cell, my pod, my Virginia Woolf. I’ve never even read that book.
I’ve lost perspective of myself. I have lost confidence in myself.
There is a lot of talk about the relationship between art and failure.
Q: Why is failure such a big deal?
A: Because it feels bad?
If one could be bothered, one could draw a parallel here between the rice and lentil exercise in Marina’s methodology downstairs. By setting the parameters before you start you manage expectations and avoid this feeling of failure.
Q: What are my parameters?
A: A curtain and a time frame.
My friend sends me a picture of Susan Sontag. It’s black and white, she’s youngish, I think, and lies on her back with her hands behind her head.
“In this image…papers, endless drafts are strewn about Sontag like a fan. Facing my memory is strange. Editing confusing.” They say.
Here’s a joke.
Q: How long does it take to make a cup of tea?
A: It depends on the performance artist.
– Sarah Rodigari