With a taste for the dramatic and symbolic, I shed my last days of being in my Twenties on a celebratory experience. The experience would be more life changing than I thought. I boarded the plane heading to Charlotte,NC with a connecting flight to New York, New York. I slept for the most part on the way to Charlotte. I had the celebration for the night before to contend with at the time.
As I landed, happy to stretch my legs, I was thrusted back into the Middle of America and bits of the South. You forget that people are over weight, not use to seeing people with hair like mine, and over all still afraid of others. I walked around watching the different groups of people huddle at their terminals. Looking at the types of people that go to Fort Lauderdale, Boston, Phoenix, and the like. Weird caricatures of the American life in each little box.
On my connecting flight, headed to New York, I tried to keep my self together. The heat, the altitude, the small flying tube full of of cramped people… All of it started to get to me. I got up to get some water and begged for the flight to be over. Lucky for me this was only an hour long flight. I exited the plane happy to be free, but dreading the New York heat. A muggy, thick heat that lingers and bounces off of all surfaces.
After reclaiming my bags I wondered out of LaGuardia. The lines of people trying to catch cabs was ridiculous. I remembered directions and instructions on how to get to my friends place in Washington Heights. I hopped on the M60 headed in that direction, but to my surprise I realized that I can’t pay for the bus with cash. I had to get a Metrocard. Luckily, the bus driver gave me a nod and simply let me pass with a “Get on Dread”. (Thanks dude.)
A few stops in, and confused as hell I get off… Thinking I was close. I was not. I was in East Harlem. I grabbed a cab and talked to the Cabby. Told him I was from California, I was there to make art in a summer residency. He told me he loved art. Soon I was there, W179th… The cabby helps me get my bags out. I wave him off and drag my luggage across the street. There I was, luggage in hand being stared at by a large group of Dominicans. One dude thought I was lost and told me that the train was a few blocks away. I assured him that I was meeting a friend. I called my friend, who happened to give me the wrong address, as she quickly came down to help me. The doors swing open and there with a big smile was Cathleen.
So as you know the kickstarter is dead. I don’t think a lot of people understand the concept of kickstarter. I had to explain how it worked to some folks. That’s ok. Next time I might go another route. It’s sad to see a project die. It’s sad to see any sort of dream die. This has hit me hard, but I’m pushing forward with some help.
Here are the last few donors over the past week or so.
Arthur JohnstoneRyan Dodge
J. Vanessa Dancer
You should all be receiving your money back soon. I’m still raising funds, and will give work to those who aid. Thanks you all for sharing and funding. I guess we can make a dream come true next time.
You are all aces in my deck.
I am so grateful and humbled by the generosity of friends, family, strangers, and fans. This week has been nuts. The past two weekends I’ve been working with Artmobilus doing some live paint events. It’s been worth it to interact with the community at large. There are so many beautiful and fun people out there. I actually lost my voice yesterday from talking.
So here are a few of those wonderful and generous people.
Jonathan EstradaRyan Gali
Orlando Barcena Jr
The boys from IFYW
Thanks for helping me get closer to my goal. I still have a ways to go, but I Know that with your help this will happen.
So I’ve gotten a bit of love from friends, and supporters. As promised, here’s a list of supporters that I am grateful to.
You all are amazing people and patrons to the arts. There is a special place in art heaven for you. Your name will also be mentioned in the book once we reach the goal!
I also came up with a plan of the 100 pieces I’ll be doing
12 5×5 wood panels
12 6×6 wood panels
12 8×8 wood panels
12 10×10 wood panels
12 watercolor pieces
12 variant drawing/mixed media
12 varying paintings
2 larger pieces
4 portraits (for backers of the kickstarter)
Here’s a write up about the project.
21 days left!
So here we go. The challenge of a lifetime. This is the pre-game to the big show. I just launched my kickstarter for the residency/book. I’m trying to get to my goals soon. I’ve been thinking about this book for over a year now, and I’ve been lucky enough to get an opportunity to share my talent, learn more, and get advice from a school I deeply am a fan of… SVA (The School of Visual Arts).
Now I have a month to get this all together. Saty tuned to this blog to find out more. Will I be able to go? Will I make my goal of 100 pieces? Will I buckle under the pressure, and collapse into a world of artistic insanity? Who knows? But I can promise it is going to be a hell of a ride. Memorable indeed.
Without further ado… Here is the link to my grand project. http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/920816431/beyond-the-void-intensive-residency-artist-book
Celebrate to this. You can’t spell “PARTY” without “ART”.
So last week I found out that I was accepted to the summer residency program at SVA in New York. I’m over joyed and still in shock that I got in. Now I have to figure out how to get over there. I plan on starting a kickstarter account within the next few days. The funds will go to travel, materials, and a book that I plan to make at the end of this program. This is going to be one the most mentally, physically, and creative processes of my life. I plan on making 100 pieces in that time span. This includes paintings, drawings, mixed media, and maybe an installation. The process will be documented on this blog.
I’ll post a link to the project very soon. The program actually starts the day after my birthday. No that is some fate in action. I hope to have your support. Thank you all for the encouragement. You guys are the reason I keep pushing.