I’ll be heading into the city pretty early tomorrow for my first day of studio work for my internship. The artist I’m interning for is going to give me a tour of the studio and introduce me to the people who work in the building and then show me my first assignment. After she shows me what to do she is going to leave me and head to an artist committee panel and trust me with her work 0.o. I’m always so nervous of being inadequate.
“The bottom line of it is that to be an artist is 24/7. In some form it is a part of everything you do, and in terms of the technical hours spent, the schedule is something like every-possible-available-moment-that-your-brain-will-allow-you-to-do-it….”—
My summer ends tomorrow. I have had an amazing/weird/bizarre final month here in philly, I couldn’t have asked for a better way to celebrate a long semester. This was the first time after living in philly for three years I got to really enjoy it. My internship officially starts on wednesday and the search for a side job begins. Not only that but the grad school process begins, a lot of art making, and a ton of reading/research for my senior thesis . End of July I have to pack up my studio apartment that I’ve grown so attached to and move into my new apartment. I wish I had one more week here but thats just me being selfish…
mourning things that were never mine to mourn. Carless me. always too uncomfortable to exist. Squirelly. naive. this is what it all boils down to. fetal positions, quite words, tip toeing on mirrors reflecting the hidden.