Dream

"I thought you told me you kissed her every day?"

"Well... I used to kiss her every day, then we broke up."

The sun was coming up

I missed him

In the other room I poured out my beer and fell asleep

New Museum

Overall I found the New Museum to be disappointing. I don't know if the reason was that it was a rather tiny museum with a tiny collection or that most of the work just wasn't good or interesting. Maybe it is a combination of the two.

The Lynda Benglis Sculptures were the only things I could appreciate or tolerate. The Phantom installation which glowed in the dark reminded me of frozen waterfalls. It seemed to capture a passing of time or movement in a single unmoving structure. The rest of her art seemed silly however, I felt like it was too easy to take some polaroids of some naked people, put it up on the wall, and call it art. It was way too 70s-feminist, and, like 90s fem-rock, it's just sad and annoying. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had some lame vagina-period piece. I guess the reason why I can't appreciate it is because the message has been lost or it just isn't as relevant now as it was then. It made me want to burn my bra... not really.

The George Condo floors were... boring. I liked the parlor set up however. Most of his work was too similar. One can create art without having every single thing look exactly the same. How many portraits of weird characters can a guy make? A lot. I guess I answered my own question. He had a few more dynamic paintings which explored figure and movement. These were actually interesting and I, believe it or not, stopped to look at them for a while instead of breezing by, as I had done with all the other paintings, since nothing caught my eye (because everything looked the same). Twilight zone!

I've never been to the New Museum, and based on the visit I've had I don't think I'll ever go there again. I'm never one to complain but I'm really glad I didn't have to pay to get in, because if i did, I probably would have asked for my money back.

My Artwork

"Buy me film for my Birthday"

Sharpie and Watercolor on Paper

"Eye check"

mixed media on cardboard

"Rock on"

Photograph

"Kombucha"

Photograph

"FIT"

Photograph

"Tree Rings"

Acrylic on Carved Wood.

I like to make stop motion videos.

Twenty One

April 14th, 2011.

the day I have been dreaming of

it seems so silly to me, that I have been planning this day forever.

in my mind it seems the second my clock reads 12:00am my life will forever change.

dip me in gin and wash away my sins, like some magical baptism, all of my problems will dissapear and I will be reborn into an age of peace and prosperity.

It seems almost unreal. Like a day the world has been predicted to end, it will come and go, and nothing will happen.

Because nothing will happen, in reality

a card will tell someone I am allowed to drink alcohol.

21 grams. the weight of my soul?

Before and After

I want to hide in my fort,

in my cocoon bed

in my cotton sheets of contamination

with the clicking and creaking heat

with the cars and people outside

up so high

they can't see me

or hurt me

again.

Artwork by Danielle Reyes

Some works (printmaking/ painting) from the final cluster review.

Favorite Artists.

http://www.fecalface.com/SF/

I usually turn to this website for inspiration.

I am also inspired by vintage fashion, and fashion blogs.

Most of all I love Edvard Munch. He is my all time favorite artist.

day six

I FIGURED OUT HOW TO USE A PHONE

Day three

The sound of a million leaves blowing in trees.

Beautiful.

that pretty much sums up today.

Day Two

Well, hate to say it, but today was WAYYY better than yesterday, i woke up at 9:50 (8 our time) and got "breakfast" a random group of people went to the cemetery, museum and shops.

I think i really enjoyed today because i feel like everyone got along well.

to me, the most important aspect of any relationship is communication, be it with my peers, or the people of argentina. communication makes everything SO MUCH EASIER and prevents mis-communication. to me, i'd rather over emphasize my point than leave someone with a vague notion of what I'm trying to say. It's so hot and nice and i love being a tourist, i've never mad such a fool of myself, it's so freeing, though at times i try to pretend that i'm not a tourist.... and i don't know anyone i'm with...

Day One

The plane ride was AWFUL. firstly.

I was stuck next to a family carousel of a mom, father, and son switching seats.

none of these people seemed to understand the concept of personal space.

But as soon as i got out into the sunshine, i forgot about the stressful trip.

it's hot, with a cool breeze.

hammock weather, for sure.

The rooms are less than what I had expected.

But so far my first meal was absolutely delicious. Although two of the girls from my group sat down next to an Argentine couple, and the woman made this absolutely HORRIFIED face and immediately asked to be moved. It was hilarious.

Tonight we go to dinner together...

fun.