Mx.D.P

I had a great conversation with JK at the low-res about my plan for the grad show. It was well thought out, used the durational artwork Identity Flags 2024-, incorporated the inspiration of the Leigh Bowery exhibition… I love a costume… especially a naughty one… It faced out to the world…

Then I came home and reflected for a while… it needed more kindness… and it needed something else… a body that worked.

My Ego is always writing checks my body can’t cash (oh, come on, more Top Gun quotes)

I sat down with my in-house cinematographer, and I said I’m not sure I can physically make this film. Prof X was very comfy, but standing and walking are excruciatingly painful. I keep thinking I somehow might miraculously improve; even chair pilates won’t perform miracles, and it’s quite good!

I also keep dreaming about black squares and pink circles that work as some form of code while hearing a mutilated version of Hank Williams III song, “Three Shades of Black.” It is a dissident Kazimir Malevich Suprematist moment. Maybe, it’s because Europe is rearming, maybe it’s the obliteration of trans folx, maybe … oh, I’ll let the art speak for itself, shall I…

I don’t think I am losing it, but you never know. I’m also clearing out the studios. Loyal art blog readers know I have been doing this for the last three years. Oh, it all makes sense now…