I did not make it to NYC for the trip. But ! I did happen to spend a lovely weekend with my sister and mother in MA. My mom, Becky, just recently moved to Wareham MA from North Jersey, and absolutely loves it.
I love being with my mom and sister. We are this unstoppable, fearless force. They are my rock and understand me in such a way that I don't think anyone else does.
We all identify with each other in the weirdest ways. I know it's the genes. I also know that my relationship with my family isn't that rare. It something so many people can understand and relate to. I don't get to see either of them enough, but every time I do I gain this incredible fuel. It's like I am recharged, ready to go and do and make.
I don't mean to sound cheesy, but my mom and sister are incredibly inspirational to me. The three of us are very strong, independent women and I think in there lies the feminine aesthetic I am so drawn to as a woman. A lot has happened to us in these past years, but we have always stuck together, pushing through and never giving up when times got hard.
Perhaps it is a little self indulgent to hear me talk about my mom and my sister as people who inspire me, but I can't help it right now. If I could grow up to be the person that my mom is, that is all that will make me happy in my life. I want to be that strong, that determined and brave. One of my favorite pictures of her is this:
She was my age in this picture, maybe a little younger. In the 1970s, and no, shes not picking her nose. She touches her face when she's thinking, or when she's tired. I do the same thing, so does Emma.
Emma enjoys the simpler things in life. It doesn't take much to make her happy. She likes good food, being outside, the sweetest candy in massive amounts, photography, and reading.
My art work I think is representative of them. I am not afraid of being playful, or pointless with my work. I enjoy the simple moments in art. The parts that make your head cock to the side, and say "hmm, cool?"
I owe my bravery to my mom, and my joke's to Emma.
ANYWAY! we went to Provincetown MA! which, by the way, isthecoolestplaceever. Everyone should go. all the time.
I am satisfied when I am around people I love in a beautiful place. This place was crawling with the friendliest people walking their dogs, making their hommade icecream and just enjoying their life in the most carefree way. There were about 20 galleries all next to each other. Here's some of my favorite stuff I saw:
I was chatting with the friendly lady who ran this gallery, she said these ceramic pieces were intended to be lanterns.
There was a lot of found object art I saw there.
The consensus is: I LOVE NEW ENGLAND!