old ghosts new ghosts

i am listening to banjo playing and thinking about time travel. i don't want to be here right now.

our secrets sleep in winter clothes

i have to start working on my thesis, which i am completely terrified about. yesterday i was offered an amazing archive project, but of course, it may amount to nothing. i am learning that random coffee shop talks can be a good and a bad thing for my self esteem. i am starting to like climbing hills on purpose, even though my breathing is still horrid while it is happening. the word participation is haunting my every move. i am not biking enough. random club nights can be super, even though 4 gin and tonics can be deadly. i forgot about heart stopping text messages. i killed a really cute mouse and now feel really bad about it. now, my imagination is going wild and its hurting my heart.

an arrangement of remembrances

below are some drawings i've done over the past few weeks. random i know, but i've had the urge. and what came of it is a combination of many hours of heroes, the britney spears documentary, and a good amount of red wine. please do not get offended by the "jew stick" one. it is for my friend teddy.

to the shire

i can't help but post these amazing photographs by german photographer immo klink. even his name is amazing. they are taken from his series titled european communities and although i couldn't imagine these structures many other places other than europe, i am astounded that they are not part of a movie set. i suppose some hobbits must have inhabited our lands at some point.

as a side note, all i am listening to
is neutral milk hotel and the doe & stag.
soundtrack of my life.

you deserve the world

i went to see the pacific with my friends.
we walked into the water and our feet were
black and shiny because of volcanic rock
and fools gold. we were warmed by the sun
and by the love the surfers have for the ocean.

pierce the night

batman

the painted bird

a 2k9 day for the books. written by ellena. i take no credit...

1/4- Chinatown/Bowery/LES Adventures
Sleeping in, wearing a color, Motherless Brooklyn, reading about a specific train stop while sitting in that train stop, an obscure candy store, baked eggs, old friends/roommates, coconut milk-filled doughnuts, strategic walking routes, giant fruits that look like alien babies when peeled, maple leaf-shaped cookies that taste just like pancakes (but seriously), getting called “smokin’” by a gentleman outside the Bowery Mission, the New Museum, paintings named Julian, crossing the street hopping with joy, Bloody Marys in the evening-time, Synecdoche, New York, gummy worms, serendipitous run-ins, thinking “Oh shit, I left my hat at that place I specifically told myself not to leave my hat at,” a lovely new purse, accidentally finding all those stores I’ve been meaning visit (one day), frustrating exchanges, comedy shows (plural), gummy worms, Brooklyn Lager on tap, a waitress named Stella, using nicknames like in junior high, impromptu dances parties (because that’s how we roll), internet sleuthing, songs written for girls I’d write songs for too (if only I could), feeling like “Okay, ready, let’s do this, 2k9.”

beneath the pavement is the beach

i made a list in the airport at 2am the day after new years.

01.get to berlin
02.stop procrastinating about the future
03.1 studio visit per week
04.put together an exhibition for summer/fall
05.take it slow
06.get to detroit
07.ask more questions
08.read 3 essays in Art in Theory per week
09.cross the golden gate bridge
10.publish a review on shotgun.com
11.cook dinner more, especially with my roommates
12.spend more time in the park
13.drive to la and then to san diego and then to mexico