My new studio is in this building, Church

I wrote this entry yesterday around 6pm. I stayed awake almost all night. I don’t have easy access to the internet anymore and am posting this now from the laundromat. Open studios are tonight and I’m finishing up here in a second to go back and do some revising.

James and Cara and Leah and I stayed up last night and drank whiskey and played drawing games. I dreamed I was handing James a beer and my hand squeezed my leg and I was startled and woke up, thinking an animal was on me. I sent in an application and drafted a few other ones. I had a great conversation with Howie about how to be a writer. I bought art supplies. I went to slide night tonight. Dinner was delicious chicken pot pie.

I listened to the recent Kites record a lot of times. I wrote a huge thing about it just now that I’m not going to post because frankly it touches way too many of my own personal raw nerves for this, my internet blog.

AJW always says he makes art, and he talks about his art and calls it that. “My art,” or “I make art,” he says. I think in part he says it because it’s over the top and funny, but in part because that’s also what he fucking makes, and that’s the word for it. A lot of people here call the process of doing stuff “making work” or “creating work.” “My work.” Andrew doesn’t drink, and neither do Ben or Christopher. Howie told me he started to have life figured out when he was 30. I am 25. I don’t have a home or a plan. I’m trying to make art. At the very least I make a lot of work.
I don’t have much more to say here today; it’s all going into other things, and I think that’s the best possible report I can give.

Cara

James, Leah

Wolf Kahn state of mind

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