And so it's been a while. Every Sunday I think, I should really do a post, I have so much to talk about. And then I don't post because I have too much to talk about and that post would be a million years long; you won't want to read it and I won't want to type it.
So here I am, up early on a Tuesday morning before work, motivated and ready to not tell you everything. Here's a fragmented account of the last few months. Ask me about these fragments when we see each other next, and I'll tell you the story.
August was busy - Liz Ingram and Bernd Hildebrandt here, working with us for two weeks. They were so SO much fun to work with. Flew together to Dundee, Scotland for the Impact 8 printmaking conference. I had business cards. Met so many artists and printmakers, and had their business cards practically thrown at me. Learned new things. Learned how big and yet how small but then how warm the print community is. Had serious thoughts about applying to grad school.
Got to hang with Sean, Daniela, Helen, Lisa, Marc and Steve. Pubs everyday, twice a day. Drank too much in Dundee. Bussed down to little Johnshaven, Scotland. Nightime seafood barbecues on the beach, with a sky so clear with more stars than I've ever seen in my whole life. Drank too much in Johnshaven. Came home and detoxed.
Sept - Arturo gave me a Glee CD. We editioned Liz and Bernd's latest prints. I discovered the pleasure of drawing with water tusche on paper. I discovered that I really like to draw actually, and I wondered why I always tried to get around it so much. Art Week in Berlin. Whirlwind 7 days of art events, previews, openings and parties. Wound up at gallerist Jürg Judin's gas station home for an afterparty. Yes you read that right. It was one of the most interesting and beautiful living spaces I'd ever been to.
Oct - Seeing giant William Kentridge prints in person. Seeing Jim Dine's recently completed A History of Communism. Liz and Bernd coming back to sign prints, and having Thanksgiving with them. Giant woodblock prints with Peter Linde Busk. Monotyping onto felt with Arturo Herrera. I'm writing poetry again which I say with satisfaction and trepidation.
Lastly, I'm slowly falling in love with this city. For all it's snarliness, brusqueness and coldness that took some getting used to, there are so many things to delight in. Living fast sometimes; hustling from work to an art event, to a dinner; going for runs along the East Side Gallery; and dancing all night with friends (and I do mean all night). And I live slow sometimes; taking early morning walks; holing up in the studio for hours; hanging out with a friend in a cafe for a cup of coffee, then a slice of cake, and then maybe another cup of coffee; and reading in Treptow Park, all glorious gold and brown, next to swans and geese.
It's going to be hard to leave this place, when it's time to go and if.
Shit, this post is still way too long. Thanks for reading, if you made it to this very last word.