escape to new york

Monday

05.19.2008 box in a bag





If you've been over to jenbandinipaintings.com recently, you've seen that I added some new work. The short title for this is Box in a Bag, but the full title is Box in a Bag: the First Year in New York, 2006-2007. They are an edition varie of twelve, consisting of prints, stickers, photos, objects, and artifacts from a year of my life contained in wooden boxes in screen printed linen bags. I began making them last summer during a very dark time, a time when all I wanted was to instill meaning back into my work. After a year of trolling the galleries of New York, searching for something that inspired me, and not finding much, I turned to museums and the library where I work, which owns a later edition of Duchamp's Boite en Valise, a mini-museum of the artist's work. For my box, I curated a collection of objects created specifically for the box, which reference the major events and themes of my first year living in New York. Interestingly, this blog also chronicled this time in words, so the box is somewhat a visual representation of escape to new york.

Friday

05.16.2008 dear tom waits, i have a date with you

Dear Tom Waits
I have a date with you on June 28 at 8pm. I am very much looking forward to this date, though I'm not quite sure how this will work out since I have to somehow get all the way to Ohio, and our date is the very same weekend I'm supposed to move out of my apartment. I'm sure I will find a way to make it happen; this date, after all, has been many many years in the making. I will be in the 8th row, Orchestra left, and don't worry, I know you'll be playing only for me. And if I have a weird look on my face, it's not because I am not having a fabulous time, it will be because I have to pee.
Greatly anticipating our meeting,
Yours,
Jen

Wednesday

05.14.2008 goodnight, mr. rauschenberg...


Robert Rauschenberg.
Franciscan II. 1972.



Robert Rauschenberg.
Bed. 1955

Robert Rauschenberg.
First Landing Jump. 1961.



Robert Rauschenberg.
Rhyme
. 1956.

...and thanks.

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Tuesday

05.13.2008 dinner in brooklyn

brown betty cafe

fritters at brown betty

gus

This weekend Hooper and I had dinner with my good friend Maggie, librarian extraordinaire, letterpresser and owner of the fantastic cat Gus. She and her beau Glendon took us to Brown Betty Cafe in Clinton Hill. And seriously, any of you who live in or near or ever even heard of Clinton Hill, why are you not eating at this place weekly nor sending me emails that say, "Dear Jen, I would like to take you to this fantastic place called Brown Betty where we will order plate after plate of cod fish fritters..."? We ordered two. Besides having the best fritters I have ever eaten (light and fluffy though just greasy enough served with the most delicious caramel sauce), the setting is modern yet comfortable, the owner must shake your hand and know your name before you can be seated, and her friends who hang around are likely to take part when you're having boisterous tipsy conversations. It's BYOB and teeny tiny, so call before heading over. And let me know, I'll meet you there.

Friday

05.09.2008 from 0 to 90 in 2.5 seconds


"Press conference" courtesy of tomwaits.com

It has been raining all day here in New York. The wind is gusting and it feels like November. I call these Belfast days - if you've ever been to Belfast you'll know why, and if you haven't just imagine a gray cold day with a pervasive feeling of impending doom. A variety of opportunities for fun couldn't compare to the desire to hide out at home and lie in a ball on my bed, drifting in and out of sleep. Hooper came in to make me laugh, and I was doing one of those crying/laughing things like when it just feels good to feel bad but you know it's a bit silly to be so self-absorbed. Then Hooper casually mentioned that he heard Tom Waits is going on tour this summer, and Tom Waits being the Poet God of my Wounded Soul I was out of the bed in 2.5 seconds desperately seeking more information. I doubt I'll get to see him as he's only touring the south and tickets will likely sell out in a blink since he only plays out once in say, a lifetime. It nonetheless cheered me on this grim eve, and maybe it will you as well. If anyone can make sadness seem like happiness, it's the Rain Dog himself.

Ticket availability info at The Eyeball Kid.