Blue GhostGhost's Blog, page 94

New Orleans. I miss it. A few pictures from my trip in February....

New Orleans. I miss it. A few pictures from my trip in February.

Just checking in. Like I do almost everyday. If I weren’t so into your stories, and your blog,...

Just checking in. Like I do almost everyday. If I weren’t so into your stories, and your blog, I’d admit that was creepy. For now I’ll just pretend it isn’t creepy, and say hello.

Hi! How’s it going? :) Is your Rabbit okay? >.> 

Blue:

Phillipe is doing okay. We have to give him injections and bathe him a lot which is not his favorite but he seems a little more active.

I was interviewed for a public television thing last week and now it’s out and finally today...

I was interviewed for a public television thing last week and now it’s out and finally today my sweetheart made me sit down and watch it. I hate seeing myself on film but it was well done and the exhibition looks great and there is an accompanying article that is longer than I ever expected it to be, that actually tries to say something about the concept of the show.

The day I discovered curating could be a job I wanted that job and it’s sort of weird to be actually doing it now. It is one of those weird creative type gigs that comes with a lot of uncharted waters, a lot of financial uncertainty. I don’t know where I’ll be or what I’ll be doing in a year. 

I try to tell myself I could be anything. I could go anywhere. My inner circle has always been comprised of people that deny me nothing I claim to truly want. I am an only child and my lover is both brilliant and indulgent to a fault. The secret demon in my brain says “be a drunk, be a madman, fall to pieces. Read books, write irresponsibly. Sleep odd hours and dye your hair different colors. Get tattoos.” I am mulling over if this is a good idea.    

When I add up how much I spent shipping work in my last art show

rhamphotheca:reclamation.

rhamphotheca:

reclamation.

michaelchsiung:Double Mermen on Flickr.

michaelchsiung:

Double Mermen on Flickr.

"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.Bread..."

“

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart,

like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

”

- Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XI

pictures or it didn’t happen…My phone camera is...

pictures or it didn’t happen…

My phone camera is crap I will post something better later

We just had over 200 basketballs delivered to the gallery in the name of art.

We just had over 200 basketballs delivered to the gallery in the name of art.

raddaniela:i wish i was guillermo gomez pena

raddaniela:

i wish i was guillermo gomez pena