yesterday i found out that i was not
accepted to teach for america. i was
pretty ambivalent going into it so i'm
fine with it. the odd thing is that the
first thought that crossed my mind
after i read the ominous 'thanks for
your interest in...' was that i should
move to austin. why? i have no idea,
but why not? i've also been on a real
folksy, alt-country, bluesy kick.

evidenced here:



{the littlest bird by the be good tanyas}

i have the wandering blues
and i sing those wandering blues
and i'm going to quit these rambling ways
one of these days soon....

what i wore today:



what i wore yesterday:

what i wore yesterday:



sorry about the hiatus. school work and art creation
have taken over. but now i'm back. at least i hope so.

success!

ritual 1. from Emilie Schludecker on Vimeo.

i've only slept about 8 hours over the past four days,
but it's finally done.

this pretty much explains it all.

couldn't be happier.

but it still feels surreal.

congratulations president elect obama.

tangerine after louise bourgeois.























































edit:
so i suppose this requires a bit of an
explanation. last night i went to see
the spider, the mistress and the
tangerine, a documentary about
louise bourgeois. the spider represents
her mother, the mistress references her
family's seamstress who became her
father's live-in mistress {her parents
remained married throughout--oh
so french} and the tangerine refers
to louise herself.

to explain this story,
louise {who is 96 and still alive and
producing work} sat down with a
tangerine, a marker and a knife. she
started telling a story about her father
who ate a tangerine every sunday after
the large meal {this is so reminiscent
of my host dad in france, luckily he just
peeled in a spiral rather than the tragic
story i'm about to recount}. her father
would begin by drawing a female figure
on the tangerine with the stem as the
navel, all while telling how wonderful
his daughter is. he would then carefully
cut out the outline of the little girl. once
he had peeled away everything except
the shape, he would slowly lift up the tiny
body and make a show of pulling the core
out.

afterwards, he would place the cut out with
the core sticking straight up on the table and
finish by saying that while his daughter is great,
she has nothing like that {in reference to
the core sticking up}.

in the film, louise couldn't help but tear up,
even though it's been eighty years. she had
an extremely tumultuous, yet almost obsessive,
relationship with her father. this is evident in
nearly her entire body of work. i found it really
interesting that she actually demonstrated the
act, rather than just explaining it. when i got
home last night i did it to an orange and those
are the images above. it was really an interesting
experience that brought up all sorts of gender
and sexuality issues.

after jessica's comment i was reminded of the
presence of an orange on the seder table as a
symbol to the feminist reaction to traditional
judaism {my apologies as i totally botch that
reference}. while technically not a tangerine
that is central to louise's story, her work has
been associated with jewish identity. i'm not
sure if it has to do with her personal beliefs or
just the nature of her work.

anyways, this was just a side project i found
really intriguing. it's not really part of my
senior project but it is definitely evocative
of the themes i've been thinking about.