The new Web site is launched; early feedback is positive. I had a huge wave of anxiety after sending it live last night, but seem to have recovered without permanent damage. I joined Facebook today. I despise it. Utterly. It's ugly, it's cluttered, it's juvenile, there's irrelevant stuff I can't seem to make go away, and it's hard to work with. Do I sound like a dinosaur? Some excellent advice I received about developing my presence as an artist on the Web is to go where the people are. The people are on Facebook and so I'm there now too, even if the earth shudders when I walk. I'm sure I don't have my settings right yet, but I can't fool with it for another moment today.
I was not accepted into NYFA's Artist Boot Camp, but it was the nicest rejection letter ever. So nice I responded to it. I wrote that while I'm disappointed, I'm making my own boot camp. With one camper. One tenacious, passionate, determined, fed-up-with-the-status-quo camper, who is returning to studio practice now that the Web site is done. And looking for opportunities to exhibit.
Tomorrow is Marina Abramovic's last day at MoMA. I wonder how she feels, what this has been like for her. What will it be like to stand up, knowing it is done? What will she do on Tuesday? Wednesday? I visited last week, and the line to sit with her was halfway around the Atrium. People were meditating, holding yoga positions, drawing her, sneaking photos. Some looked like they were performing (yuck). It was crowded. Abramovic looked exactly the same as she did in March, except her dress is white instead of blue and the table is gone due to some inappropriate behavior.
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