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.