More Travel for Work

First, the good news: Human and I went to the nation’s capital, not to engage with the swaths of costumed merry-making students over-running the streets, but to find out more information about another video portrait. I cannot talk even talk about it yet. Things are super exciting and we haven’t even started! We are already coming up with ideas to experiment with as the work gets going.

Being in DC during the fall, I am grateful for hotel rooms that can be heated to 80f  / 26c degrees with hot water that you don’t have to wait 20 minutes for. Pseudo-graffiti marks on the wall of my room won’t endear a place to my heart as much as a stellar heating/ cooling system. And good wifi.

But enough about hotels. 

My year long illness gave me no quarter during my trip. With enough coffee and will, I  managed to walk the mall and up down, and around the Lincoln memorial. The memorial is, oddly enough, fun and romantic, as well as inspiring and, well, heartbreaking too. people were respectful while simultaneously having fun taking pictures and just hanging out. With 360 degree views, it’s a great hang out spot! Just don’t sit on the steps and think about everyone failed by all the lofty ass notions that make up the American dr- delusional fantasy. That will depress the heck out of you. 
I did have a peeve: Ya’guys need to take better care of the murals that flank the Lincoln statue! The right one is completely faded and without any proper lighting you can hardly see either of the paintings after sunset! So like what are they even doing there?

Fueled by a lot of plant based fast foods and seer determination, I saw just about everything at the National portrait gallery and the Smithsonian art museum. I have to give a shout out to Dorothy Moss for putting together a retrospective of the the work of Hung Liu. I wasn’t aware of this woman’s work. And I darn well should be! Her bright colors sing at you from the canvas! So much wow. I feel inspired and itching to create more work. 

Before getting the art on however, gotta get settled into an orderly space; gotta start feeling better so I can clean house. Then- then!- tuck into a new project. Or an old project that been left sitting.

Getting on the road to feeling better again has involved intramuscular injections of antibiotics for a week. Being shot in the ass is not as funny as it really should be. After feeling the what it was like the first time, I opted to preempt the pain with an ibuprofen dose for the rest of the regimen. I don’t like taking that kind of drug daily, but it helps ease the hours of discomfort down to almost nothing. 

I ‘m almost through with the injection part of the treatment and I can’t say if I am feeling better or not. I have to give everything more time. Except I’ve lost so much time not treating this illness already… 

New York, Yup It’s Still Home

Battery Park

I walked around Manhattan during September. It’s true. It happened. I was there. Never made above midtown. I did go the the Hudson Yards a lot though. 

Because the Armory Show was being held there. 

Armory Show booth installation
That’s an immigrant coal miner’s name on the wall

It also happened to be NY Fashion Week. That meant I all at once found myself as close as 50 feet away from Very Famous People (trade mark)

I chuckled at the palpable glow of their fame and wealth. I barked a laugh as I could actually recognize one of them glittering blondely in the light rain. The distance between me there unkempt and outfitted in clothing bought at the US | Mexico border and these million dollar Very Famous People (trade mark) was purely comical. What else could I do but laugh? I am a witness to ridiculous times. 

 Proenza Schouler fashion show rehearsal on Little Island
No context shot from Proenza Schouler fashion show rehearsal on Little Island

Walking the streets of Manhattan during fashion week made me feel physically small, and shabby. Being in Mexico I forget what it’s like to feel short!

I did have an excuse to visit my old home base of Williamsburg. For those who don’t know, I used to live on those street before it got big money cool. I visited the Pierogi Gallery space and CAVE again.

I did my best not to cry seeing Domino Park. Mini Golf?! And how can there be so many people of wealth and probably status pushing strollers on Kent Ave? I remember when you could get run over by big rigs going both ways up and down that street. Now it’s one way and half parking lot!

Me in Williamsburg with all my memories and no mask because I was vaccine carded at the door. Like an adult.

The legalization of marijuana has made the city a more curious experience. The lingering pot smoke in the air sometimes hits you like a hammer even through a double layer of masking. I’m sure I got a contact high a few times.


For all of the changes and the pandemic weirdness, it still felt like home. I would move back in a tick if I could. 

At the end of my trip I went down to see  the 9/11 um… memorial site for the fist time. 

I cannot recommend that place. I would not. Especially if you are psy-sensitive in any way.

The place is horrific on so many levels, but what I could not handle the most was the… screaming. If you can call it screaming. I had felt an uneasiness when passing through that part of town before, but getting  up close actually made a huge difference. 

Thousands of soft, terrified, confused souls died very, very badly in that place. 

And it was like I could feel all that sudden transition rattling my guts.

I didn’t stand there thinking about what happened. I didn’t imagine or remember anything.. I was just trying to see the giant water feature squares in the ground and trying to understand the hideous ‘artistic’ mural section of the memorial grounds. It looked like corporate street art from the 90s that did not make any sense to me. Even with that confusing eye sore assaulting my sense of taste, I was overwhelmed with- I could feel  these rushes of something hitting me in irregular waves. I could have burst into tears and and thrown up all at once if I stayed there too long. I had the chills in the heat of late summer. It was like someone had told a ghost story, but no one spoke a word to me. 

And the blasé mood of the people around me didn’t make me think I was channeling their feelings… Though I could have been… I won’t rule that out. But I have felt things in places where there are no people hanging around remembering so… 

My advice is to never go to the 9/11 memorial as it is now. More construction needs to be done. There is a church and a performing art center than need to be finished. Without those things especially, it is an ugly, unhealed place. 

With a shopping center. 

Because nothing says New York Strong / Never Forget more than a new Lacoste polo shirt.

Mexico City Happened, New York City Will Happen

people getting limpias near templo mayor in Mexico City

I went off to and came back from Mexico City without much of any fanfare. 
You didn’t notice, did you?

I thought I could just tag along on for a music event. Just slip away for a bit. Because what urgent things rest on my aching neck?

More than I thought… 

It was supposed to be a little vacation for me; a little time away. But when I came back from wandering through the green and previously earthquake shaken streets of Mexico City, I was hit with a suddenly urgent to-do list. After a month of suspended animation I was called into all this action. So the supposed rest and relaxation I accrued went straight out the window. 

Between the things I am trying to do for myself, preparation for a big show coming up, and actual paying work- oh and my health issues, I am no blissful, carefree specimen over here.

Yeah so, my health remains questionable. I after all I have been through, I developed a ‘silent’ tooth infection. There was no pain because I had had a root canal done, but I was feeling terrible for weeks. And I didn’t know exactly why. How could I know when I’ve been feeling terrible for months?! I just thought it might have been something like a flare up of symptoms from my stomach infection.

The tooth was removed to get the infection out. 

The saga went on though.

August has had me knowingly exposed to COVID. I became worried when I started coming down with something. Something that thankfully turned out to be a cold. I got a hit of the germs from all the people coming back out of seclusion. And some COVID too. But hey, no fever, no linger cough for months- just a lot of snot stuck in my throat for weeks.

Because my vaccine shot worked for me. 

I look ahead to a week in New York through this veil of uncertain health. It is happening. I am going to go to New York. The plane tickets have been bought. There is a room reserved.

However, my travel plans haven’t been widely broadcast out because- *deep breath* –

I don’t want to visit anyone. 

I want to just hide away in the city. I am not ready for… people. COVID isn’t over and I’ve been sick for eight months straight with all manner of infections.

Please don’t think poorly of me for this seeming rudeness. It is a matter of mental health. 

a museum display of a sitting skeleton with it's head between it's knees