LOL. My cousin Mackenzie urges voters to vote for Hillary.

"They told me to vote for Obama and I said NOOO, NOOO, NOOOOOOO."
oh my god, I miss this girl.

SHE LOVES DAVID LYNCH

anthropomorphic surreal bunny scene, INLAND EMPIRE


One of the best movies I've seen. not joking.

New Work

When I Was a Young Girl, mixed media, 2008.

in honor of saint mafucking valentine's day

Marisa Nakasone has a crush on you 2008 award winners, no longer on hiatus due to the writer's strike.

1) Gay Man Crush Award: Michel Foucault. (honorable mentions: Gilbert and George).

2) Dead Philosopher Crush: two-way tie between Jacques Derrida and Frederic Nietzsche.




3) Ugly (disclaimer: by convention. This is arguable.) actor crush: Steve Buscemi

4) Bad Motherfucker crush: Samuel L. Jackson.






5) Japanese Artist Crush: tie between Yasumasa Morimura and Yoshitomo Nara

6) Cross-dressing hippie slash musician crush: Devendra Banhart

7) British Actor Crush: Tim Roth

8) Possibly Gay Novelist Crush: Chuck Palahniuk

DEVENDRA BANHART!!!

freak folk. made in SF.

WTF

WTF.

SO EXCITED

GILBERT AND GEORGE; FEB 16 auf dem de Young Museen!!!!


How can you not love these two poofs? This is a photograph from their humble, self-deprecating beginnings in the 60's. Saw their show at Haus der Kunst and fell in love. They are two of three men I would become a gay man for (the third being Michel Foucault).


Damn. I knew I should've bought their Ten Commandments poster in Deutschland.
Here goes:

Thou shalt fight conformism, Thou shalt be the messenger of freedoms, Thou shalt make use of sex, Thou shalt reinvent Life, Thou shalt grab the soul, Thou shalt give thy love, Thou shalt create an artificial art, Thou shalt have the sense of purpose, Thou shalt not know exactly what thou dost but thou shalt do it, Thou shalt give something back

I m adding meeting G & G to my non-bucket list.

Not a Bucket List.

1) get published
2) Live in Berlin
3) run a Marathon on every continent. (but not Antarctica)
4) have a solo exhibition
5) become an Art Historian
6) work as a curator.
7) Speak German
8) Speak Japanese
9) Speak French (yeah.....i know).
10) Meet one of my favorite artists
11) S.I.A.P.P., preferably in a library
12) make use of bar tending certificate.
12) meet Judith Butler
13) meet bell hooks
14) give back to planned parenthood
15) try acting again
16) hike Mt.Fuji
17) become a critical theorist
18) open a boutique
19) give back to art departments
20) finish unfinished books
21) read the essentials
22) study continental philosophy
23) watch all the good movies
24) study film
25) write short story
26) write play
27) write film criticism
28) have film critic show with someone I respect
29) become a professor (and if so, get TENURE!!!)
30) get my M.F.A. and teach art
31) have one of my works in respected museum colletion
21) VENICE BIENNALE (whether as an exhibitor or spectator)
22) KASSEL
....unser weiter

it's educationaaaaaallllll.

Today when I went on my run, I really began to feel those endorphines kicking in--I felt like I was on the cusp of an epiphany. I was feeling sort of tired so I brought my music along with me and revisited the Pixies. The euphoric combination of endorphines, brisk 5 P.M. air and unsettling quality of light in the twilight sky, and Black Francis screaming his lungs out to U-Mass made me feel like I was flying across the pavement. I looked up to the sky slowly, like how I do sometimes to keep myself from fixating on the sidewalk--and I began to notice the way the bare, ebony trees' spindly branches ominously and beautifully grasped and strained for the atmosphere--each successive tree rising behind the one in front...then disappearing from my field of vision as I ran down the street. It was pure bliss. The pattern the negative space between the branches was absolutely hypnotizing--a dynamic, lace-like pattern in the sky--mirroring the meandering cracks in the sidewalk. Perhaps my medicine is laced with acid because I was definitely sensitive to the environment--the sights, sounds, atmosphere, my breath--surrounding me.
I noticed the buds emerging on the cherry trees and a few early bloomers and i'm so excited for mid February when the cherry blossoms revel in their full glory and perfume the air with that fragile smell.
I truly felt as if I were in my element--like I had rediscovered a part of me --or caught a brief glimpse of elusive self-hood. It was tremendously reassuring to feel (physiological reaction or otherwise) or entertain the notion that I have a "self"--an independent existence ---I no longer felt defined by the people and circumstances in my life. I felt, for the first time since I was perhaps three years old, that I was more than the sum of my parts.
I wouldn't call myself spiritual, but I felt moved by my senses today. I live for runs like this---these fleeting moments of mental peace.

what to do

I have:

a dilapidated bulletin board
7 expired condoms
a small wooden panel
4 pairs of nude hosiery
images of anime porn
images of pornographic 19th century Japanese prints
a huge roll of contact paper
a satiny floral robe with a chrysanthemum print

oh and I have a sewing machine, origami paper, and acrylic paint. and a sharpie.

I feel the potential here but I have no idea how i'm going to execute this.

Lately my art projects have been occupying most of my waking thoughts. More than usual. I believe, as a result, my work has become stronger. However, this comes at the expense of say, writing my thesis. Or thinking about my art history class. I've toyed with the idea of being a full-time artist these past four weeks. I can't imagine what it must be like to fully dedicate oneself to the creative process--and to invest larger sums into the process as well (more than say, my 20 dollar budget). However, reality checks in and I realize i'm going to have to get a "real" job to support my other "real" job as an artist. Well. and I want graduate school. and to have enough money to support my vintage clothing fetish. Perhaps I shall move to Berlin and join the masses of unemployed artist-folk.