I think everyone is starting to feel the fatigue of talking through a screen. I certainly am.
Not a great day. Okay evening, though
I watched Dark Days last night in my beanbag chair. I usually only watch movies with someone else but it was nice attempting to make it an activity for myself. I got the urge to watch it ever since I was flooded out of my own apartment February of 2019. I was staying with Mirena and her family while waiting to be put in a hotel. Her eldest son was out touring with his band in Europe so I stayed in his room. Lots of cool posters, vinyls, art, and stencils. The room had enough personality to be handcrafted for a movie set. Dark Days was sitting next to the tv in a DVD case. It wasn’t the first time I heard of it but it was surprising to see it sitting there.
Over a year later the self isolation reminded me of it again. It came with my Prime membership which worked out nicely. It’s an intriguing look into the lives of homeless folks in NYC carving out a living in the subways back in the day. Enjoying meals, arguing, self-medicating, sheltering one another, literally building their homes from the ground up, surviving. All lively personalities that embraced their situations with levity (what else are you supposed to do?), but these are clearly pretty heartbreaking circumstances, and you hear about what led them there. I feel like I remember seeing chainlink fences in the subways when rolling into Penn Station and being thoroughly confused as to why that would be necessary. Now I see they’ve been there for a while. If anything it’s a reminder that I have a lot to be grateful for. I also really miss the east coast.
I think tonight I’ll attempt to watch Ginrou Kaiki File. It’s a hip and spooky Japanese tv show from the 90s. I have yet to find a place to stream/torrent it but I’m willing to sit through the auto-generated translation on youtube, it’s something! I had been trying to nail the name for over a year and at least I know what it’s actually called now (Thanks, Jo!). Before that I’ll read from Color: A Natural History of the Palette. It’s not about how to mix colors but everything about the surprisingly wrought, fascinating, and complicated histories within them. Read from The Studio Reader yesterday, gave me some pleasant insight.
Now at 11:06 PM: My rib hurts, my back hurts, and my left breast is acting up too. Neck was bothering me a lot earlier.
Oh, and I got my first art email scam on my professional email! That makes it official now, right? At least someone knocked the dust off that thing.
