Objects and Objection

Day 12
6 hrs

I wish I was capable of bluntness. This morning I had an interview with the sweetest artist Paul Glorioso––for two hours straight. Everything he said was purely interesting and full of stories, but little of it was dire to my project. However, Paul loves messages the same way Carmelita does. Every piece he has says something about land use, religion, poverty, happiness, marriage.... And he stands behind every piece he has when they get rejected from art shows because he believes in what it has to say. That to me is impressive. He seemed frustrated that only five of his artworks have sold, but he's proud of what he has made and of the 35 years of teaching he put in on Long Island. Seeing his junk made my junk look like dust mites. Literally. His garage, cellar, attic, other attic, bathroom, bedroom. Full to the brim with objects and objection to the way the world works.

I worked at Pete's for an hour before lunch sewing buttons onto my coffee bags and coin purses as well as the soda-tab buckles for bracelets. Back at school I finished painting my baby chair and added the stuffing, cut the fabric, and prepared it for "upholstering" (which will be done with rivets since the steel is ridiculously thick). I modified the cardboard table and fixed some troublesome areas. Tomorrow I'll find a good paint––I want something classy. Lastly, I cut about 20 soda cans for more fringe on my dress. Attachment is the final step.

Tomorrow should be productive or I'll start stressing.

I'm going to go dream of rooms full of junk and people's jaws dropping at the messages my art gives (not sure if there is any yet... I hope so).

Soph