I awoke from a strange schizoid dream… something about going to russia and having two studios and being confused about where I should go to do my work. I guess it is free floating anxiety about the new B.burgh studio… I always get a little stressed by changes and changing space is a sort of big deal to the psychology of one’s work. It sounds sort of goofy, but you can hear plenty of artists go on and on about the sanctity of SPACE. I’m certainly not alone in finding that the studio you work in tends to have a profound inffluence on the work you create. So, I hope it will be a good fit…I toured the open studios they had on saturday and there seemed to be some okay people working there.
It was a weekend for errands and stoop sales and strawberry margaritas and the nieghbor’s house warming. He is an architect and she is a jewelry designer and they have gutted the interior and started from scratch. It is kind of interesting to see modernity growing in this turn of the century Park Slope white stone. They served a tasty cava that I drank with bubbly glee. I had a nice mellow wine hangover for the stoop sale the next morning. We mangaged to sell off all the furniture I’d bought over the years (which has all been replaced by pricier/nicer things by my other half). I managed to pick up a tape set of the original BBC Hitchikers Guide from my neighbor. I hadn’t remembered that The Guide is an electronic book, till I heard Douglas Adams’ old audio spot for Voyager books on the IFblog.
The corks were flying and one of them got away from me and I nailed the better half in the back (the only good thing was that it’s probably better to nail someone you know and love than accidentally wind a stranger).
