I’m the King of Jubilee Jumbles

artist Nayland Blake natters on about art and other things

Archive for September 2003

Ah well…

with 3 comments

The die is cast. After about 6 hours of cumulative talk-time with Dell tech support over the past two days, I had to clean install this morning. So now I guess my system is spring time fresh, and all that info is gone. If you’re a friend and reading this, I probably no longer have your email address. What has been most overwhelming here has been the loss and frustration I’ve felt. Disproportionate to the event I think. The actual documents and such I don’t miss so much. But while the machine was down, I could barely think about anything else. I was medicating myself by watching season one of Futurama with the commentary track on, which was both comforting and irritating, since it meant that I couldn’t hear the jokes on the show unless the volume was so high that the commentary was completely disruptive. I took a one hour break to watch the Joe Schmo Show, which is one of the only bearable reality shows. So what was I mourning in this whole process? the ability to go online easily? That’s a need I couldn’t have even articulated a few years ago. So perhaps the computer has become one of the battery of distractions I deploy about myself daily. Interesting after London where my media input was greatly reduced: no tv, a little news on the radio, occasional email checks from the gallery’s Imacs. At home I have a media regime and it’s interesting that I got home and almost immediately screwed it up. (I wish I could pretend that this whole foul up was something that happened to me but it didn’t. It was something that I did) One interesting side effect: computer crash stories play around the office like family illness stories.

Written by naylandblake

September 24, 2003 at 3:36 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

Tagged with , , ,

Never do anything!

with 4 comments

Ok so since I was getting security alerts, I thought I would fix a problem on my desktop machine (deskunder? does anyone keep those huge boxes on their desks anymore?). So much for my feeble gestures towards geekiness – the damn thing is now stuck in safe mode and numerous attempts to reinstall xp have proved futile. So it looks like time for a clean install, if I can even manage one with consequent loss of , well everything, because duh, I didn’t back up. I suppose i should be grateful for having a few years free of windows horror. I was expecting this to happen all the time once I switched over from mac. And maybe it’s a little lesson that I spend too much damn time in front of the computer. Biggest loss? Digital pics from London and Briar Bash

Written by naylandblake

September 23, 2003 at 8:52 am

Posted in Uncategorized

Tagged with

Back in Black

with one comment

So it’s a week later, and I’m back from London. Washed ashore back in NYC. The jet lag is not quite cleared up. It’s 10pm now and in London it’s 3 am, much later than I stayed up any night I was there. So I’m woozy, and while I want to write about it all, I doubt that I can. The high points? All of the work coming together. Seeing drawings I hadn’t seen in two years or so. Feeling very very supported. A London fling. Finding (being taken to) Fox’s tobacco with it’s back room museum,that had a cigar in the shape of a pipe. There’s more, much but now? I don’t know. Note – first day without alchohol for a week.

Written by naylandblake

September 20, 2003 at 2:20 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

Tagged with , , ,

Off to London…

with 2 comments

Ok everything seems to be happening. Hard to focus. I am a meticulous packer, but the way I do it is to wander around, do a little then do a little more and so on. Doesn’t inspire confidence, not even in myself. Anaconda is on.One of the questions is do I pack to leave enough room to pick things up while I’m there? I mean I always do… ugh, this is useless!

Written by naylandblake

September 13, 2003 at 9:36 am

Posted in Uncategorized

Tagged with , ,

The Catalog of Human Misery…

with 16 comments

… is available for anyone to read. Simply go Amazon, and read the customer reviews of toasters. I’m a kind of finicky kitchen appliance consumer myself, but I was taken aback when I began to look through the listings: tales of insufficient coils, poorly engineered levers and useless settings. Getting toasted bread comes to seem like an impossible task, and the undercurrent of shattered, silent breakfasts is inescapable.

Written by naylandblake

September 9, 2003 at 10:49 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

Tagged with ,

Involuntary coaster bear…

with 2 comments

Now comes the frantic rush toward Saturday’s London departure. Weekend was spent trying to wrap up last minute loose ends, and seeing folks who were in from out of town: James Gobel, Didi. A swirl of artworld related hiking culminating in Sunday’s opening at the Sculpture Center: tons of people, a sunny afternoon, and hearentening art. At the same time, this week was truly the official beginning of the New York season and it seemed like everyone I knew was having an opening: friends acquaintances former students. Given that I can hardly bear to be at openings, and had to get my own (last-minute as usual) stuff together, I found myself continually apologizing to folks about not being able to attend. I’d so much rather see the show at another time when I can look at it. Peter Norton hosted a reception for the Sculpture Center in his apt , Thor graciously consented to go with me, and so the evening found us wandering around the 45th floor apt gaping at the views, eyeballing the art collection and downing canapes whose unifying characteristic was that they had all been designed to be circular and 3/4 of an inch in diameter.

Written by naylandblake

September 8, 2003 at 11:52 am

Arianna = Zsa Zsa?

with 4 comments

I am so glad I am not living in California right now.

Actually this entry is an excuse to list my current mood as “moody”. If only there was an option for moodily moody. Late yesterday I ran over to the gallery to meet with Sarah, the designer who is fabricating “the big one” the latest piece for the upcoming London show. “the Big One ” is a 16 foot long white nylon bunny suit proportioned like a child’s snow suit. We had to adjust the ears: too small, a little too pointy. Last Friday I spent a couple of hours rolling around on the floor stuffing it and it’s one of the best ways to experience the piece: as a cross between furniture, wrestling opponent and pal. So far most people who has seen it wistfully say ” I wish I could lie down on it.” To me yesterday it looked both inviting and corpse like. There is a kind of glee that comes over me when I’m showing folks a piece and I feel that it’s working, that they are thinking about what they’re looking at, that it pleases them. Very distinct from the ways in which I please myself in the making of the things. On reflection I’d say that my mental state while working is more one of suspension, an attempt to attune myself to the varieties of experience that are emerging from the work situation itself. I can find my way back to that kind of attention most easily when I draw consistently. All of which is now leading me to think that I’m probably not letting my self draw much theses days because I sense some sort of obstacle waiting for me in the drawing, a technical hurdle or emotional situation that I need to confront and work through but that I’m hanging back from. All of this goes back to the studio issue. I need to make a time and a place to make the work. Or that is the story I’m telling myself and I wonder about it being a species of avoidance. I have a history of making myself think that I can’t deal with something until I have the “right tool”. I can’t start in on that book project until I have the right laptop and the perfect cafe to sit typing in. Setting is nice, but the opportunities for working are always at hand around me every day. It’s like needing the right yoga mat, the right gym shorts, the perfect pen. I’m willing to compromise on the equipment I use for my vices, so why do my virtues have to be so perfectly accessorized?

Written by naylandblake

September 4, 2003 at 12:24 am