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[Jun. 5th, 2008|01:59 am] |
I'm pretty fuckin' tired, but am in an updating mood.
Or where to begin even?
Maybe I'll save this one for later.
Life is nuts, basically.
But! not bad, just nuts. |
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| The third, fourth, fifth, revival out of an innumerable number |
[May. 26th, 2008|10:39 pm] |
I'm excited about my rededication to myself.
It's not about growing up, I'm done with that term. That term is dead to me.
It's about knowing your needs, understanding your desires.
I want to get all Dom on you.
(Domanique Nahas)
Or let me rephrase that.
Let me get all Jenny Vu on myself. |
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[May. 11th, 2008|01:33 am] |
Oh, Kosuth! you bitch!
I need to not get weird. But man, what is my life without my weirdness.
What is my life without being without
Not so sure.
Not so sure at all.
I can't seem to untangle the knot thats in my stomach. I've gotten lame in efforts to get rid of it. I've laid in my bed, I've lost my mind through text, I've torn paper into equal parts, I've written and used language more than I even care to think about right now (as I perpetually carry on). This horrible tangled web that refuses to get over itself. What an ego it has, what an ego I have. It's difficult to accept your granted wishes, its difficult to live without suffering. That in itself has been the newest most shocking form of suffering..getting what you want. Being too immature to deal with it. Being too undecided to accept or celebrate. Just pressure and knots. Knots in my stomach, twisting tighter. Then the heaviness in my head, oh that heaviness. The pain of not knowing relief, because of the intangibility of the issue. What is it that i'm upset over, what is it that is causing me this stress. Doesn't even make sense. I am a creature of infinite space, vastness, I crave possibility. Maybe I'm not the same person when things get solved, maybe that does destroy the fuel to my fire. Maybe because it's too much to trust without knowing, too much implied, invested. Too much to destroy, says the evil succubus. I can't begin to relieve my brain, the muscles under my brow feels so tense. The organs in my stomach feel constricted, everything is shutting down. We're not used to this. |
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[May. 10th, 2008|01:47 pm] |
So it's been the best dang year of my life.
Meeting Sarah, switching to Fine Arts, having the best most miserably enriching experiences of my life, better understanding my interests and desires, the list is eternal.
So much has been revealed to me this past month, it's out of control. I think whatever world I was solidifying in my mind, got completely demolished this last month with the surfacing of many unexpected truths. It seems like things have never been this honest and vulnerable, or even realized. It's pretty amazing, even in it's horrible moments, it is pretty amazing.
As for the current though:
Went to NYC last week with my friend Ryan. We went to the Guggenheim and saw this artist: Cia Guo-Qiang
http://www.guggenheim.org/exhibitions/exhibition_pages/cai.html
Also went to PS1 (of MOMA) and saw Olafur Eliasson's work
http://www.ps1.org/ps1_site/content/view/311/102/
And to the Whitney 2008 Biennial
Met some awesome people at the Society of Illustrator's show in NY, which has led to another trail of unexpected happenings.
Spent my birthday wandering around the creepily vacant streets of the Wall Street area at 3 in the morning, haha. Which was actually really cool. It was super surreal and really strange, sitting outside the grand entrances of some majorly corporate buildings, with their weird corporate-paid art works. Really fucking weird.
The whole trip was amazing and surreal. I don't want to ruin it through detailed explanation, but it was a great closure to this outstandingly bizarre, rewardingly torturous year. As well as a beautifully simple introduction to the rest of this vastness called life. |
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[Apr. 3rd, 2008|02:31 am] |
http://www.jennyvu.blogspot.com
updated
Tomorrow I have an interview with Mack B (one of the two contemporary art galleries that matter in Sarasota) for an internship with them. I think it should go well
(http://www.mackbgallery.com)
Sarah and I have big plans, we're going to be moving into a new house soon. We're going to do a lot of weekly and sporadic projects with the house/in the house, and have a show there before we go to NY. We're going to make a Sol Lewitt in the kitchen, and sort of recreate an Andrea Zittel table for our kitchen:
It's going to be pretty insane and involved. We're going to do a lot of experience/perfomance/time-based work. We want to have most everything in the house (placement and use of rooms and items) be part of a piece, then show the house as a piece, and the documentation of everything.
And so what if I'm listening to "Another Night" by Real McCoy, it doesn't mean I'm lonely... |
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| Most Epic Day EVER |
[Mar. 22nd, 2008|03:04 pm] |
I swear to you all, yesterday was nuts. It was so long, but all of it was good....
The other day I had my three favorite teachers critique my work, and it really ruled. We need more young sharp teachers...
But yesterday was awesome. Class was good, and we went to an artist talk at Mack B (for one of our teachers), and it was really awesome. I asked him if he could check out some stuff i did in the past few days, and he's going to. Also, I talked to Tobey (one of the guys who run's Mack B - a contemporary art gallery here in Sarasota), about an internship and that went well.
It's been such a contrast from last week. I've decided not to conflict myself anymore with these certain ideas of expectation from myself, and just be. It's been good. I could elaborate more, and i probably will, but i gotta go.
I guess the point is, there is no point being anyone or anything other than yourself. Or maybe just know thyself. |
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[Mar. 14th, 2008|03:37 am] |
How badly do I wish I could go back in time? And just listen to Blink-182...and try skateboarding in that neighborhood behind my house..Or go to the beach and try getting "tan", or take pictures of the beautiful green leaves around our house during the summertime..with that old camera my dad taught me to use.
What about those hopeful years, those bursts, being a kid and being obnoxious
Whatever happened to not growing up? |
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| A hole in my heart |
[Mar. 5th, 2008|12:53 am] |
I'm in the sad realization that I'll probably die next year.
Maybe not literally, I hope.
But all my boy friends are leaving me. I'm pretty sure all of them, and no offense ladies, but girls never quite cut it the same. At least not in the same way.
Dane is going, Mike is going, Ryan will be in France, Ian in NY, and pretty much everyone i've ever known that is a male that I've had a decent conversation with..
I dont know. It's going to be really weird. I just realized, and it sucks. I'm going to go to Art Basel next year, and be boyless. No one to really giggle with. I guess Alex will be here, but he gets really mean out of no where so its kind of unpredictable.
:(
No good late night convos, or rambunctious excursions.
Girrls are just weirrrd, kaaaaahhh
Girls also don't like to be hit, or talked meanly to. Kaaahhhh |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|03:52 am] |
I'm so tired right now, but sleeping is just a funk
So far planning for New York has been fun. Sarah and I looked at some Apartments today online, its lookin' good. We want to probably stay in the summer before senior year (why not?!) and maybe if the term goes really well we can get an internship. It really is possible..There are some intense artists & critics that will be visiting and critiquing our work, and we're going to have a pretty banging' faculty. It could happen...
I'm pretty sure the book Art and Fear saved my life. I was getting pretty low and pretty self destructive over some pretty ordinary issues, which wasn't so pretty (pretty much). There was a lot of laying in bed and bashing. But I think its cool now, I don't even know how I slipped that far. It was like a switch..
My teacher said some nice things to me the other day, it was very reassuring. It's the little things..yanno? |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|03:35 am] |
| [ | mood |
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Ahh, life's old lessons.
"But the important point here is not that you have--or don't have--what other artists have, but rather that doesn't matter. Whatever they have is something needed to do their work--it wouldn't help you in your work even if you had it. Their magic is theirs. You don't lack it. You don't need it. It has nothing to do with you. Period."
-Art & Fear [Observations On the Perils (and Rewards) of Artmaking]
This goes for most other things as well. You're you for a reason, don't deny it, hone in on it.
*Plus, i do recommend this book. I suck at reading and finishing books, and i finished it in 3 days (and if you're a quick reader, I'm sure you could do it a lot faster). |
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[Feb. 24th, 2008|03:50 am] |
I don't know lj, it's been a crazy spin.
I'm trying to do some ugly paintings. More like ones that aren't super frosted cupcake pretty. I'm in a very grotesque mood and state of being. I want to pick up some new color palettes, I'm looking at Schiele....
He uses some really gross combos
Life lately has been a lot about learning and unlearning.
I'm already sick of trying to keep my clothes clean, and I don't know if I ever want to be an adult like that, and its okay that i'm dry, and i almost dont care if i'm boring (not saying that I definitely am, but if I am, so what?). Its really mattering less and less. I get so tired of thinking I should care about the things other people care about, its exhausting. Sometimes its hard to tell what I really think about things, since so much is already preconditioned and a lot of standards are already set.
Well, its time to think |
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| Booyah bias |
[Feb. 22nd, 2008|08:11 pm] |
The following students were selected to study in one of the mobility
programs:
Ryan Frost - France
Ian Klein - New York
Jeffrey Scudder - New York
Sarah Valdez - New York
Jenny Vu - New York
Jocelynn Kubus - Ireland
Sarah Rogers - Ireland
Lauren Nelson - Italy
Please be aware that this is a very difficult choice for the Fine Arts
faculty to make.
All students participating in this selection process are encouraged continue
to work hard - and even harder - to keep producing the exciting, dynamic
work seen by the committee. |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2008|04:31 am] |
I just got done writing a paper for my conceptual practices class on Art and when, if, and how Ethics should ever intervene.
I really like doing work for it..I'm really certain that I've never learned more
Painting is also starting to pick up now that we're more on task. I've been reading the hand outs and they've been really good, now we actually have discussions. Now I'm actually learning
I think i'm getting over my painting crisis, which was freakin' good to have by the way
I'm about to start an 11 foot painting of Jesus' legs. It's based off the only dream I've ever had of painting something (which was a painting of jesus' legs with really thick blue paint). It was seriously one of the most dramatic and traumatic dreams i've ever had, i had to skip a class because of it. I'm going to do it on some unstretched canvas, and it should be pretty epic. I'm excited
Other than that, class tomorrow is going to rule.
We haven't seen Shawn in so long, it's as if he's vanished (or teacher).
But tomorrow will be good. We're going to turn in our papers, have another day of critique (because two days isn't enough for our large ass class), and then I'll find out about NY.
Tonight i revamped my wardrobe. I'm trying to slowly (in an abrupt way) get myself to be more productive and disciplined. I cleaned my room up really nice, eliminated a selection of clothing and packed another big selection away so I'd only have the nicer stuff left. I figure when I look good I feel good and aren't as apt to being lazy and sleepy. I feel like I'm suppose to be doing something...
I just want to get more responsible and grow up, stop being such a lazy kid. |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2008|02:16 am] |
I'm really jealous of the students who are more hip with the young teachers than I am :(
I'm just a big tool, but hey.
I'm especially jealous of the juicy people in life
Why am I so dry? It takes me forever to think and process, maybe I'm just uninterested in everything, or maybe i'm just incredibly selective. I dont know, I don't think I"m dumb..I'm just slow, but is that what dumb means?
I don't know. I wish I constantly had nectar dripping down my face, that i was dribbling intrigue and had more thoughtful things to say, even if they weren't very dense statements or ideas, just that I was interested enough to find it interesting and say something, anything!
Ahhh
I don't know. Things are progressing, that was just a little side note.
Tomorrow I should be finding out whether or not I get to go to NYC for a semester. I think there's a really good chance I'll get it...they seemed impressed with my portfolio and my interview...
Maybe then I'll be more hip with the teachers, and more hip on life. |
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| Be prepared |
[Feb. 13th, 2008|03:33 am] |
A prelude of what is to come |
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| Growing up great, Growing up grand |
[Feb. 12th, 2008|04:51 pm] |
Things have really been pulling together lately.
I think this is my second big break through in life (the first one would be deciding not to fail highschool).
It feels that monumental, I've never been more engaged and awake. |
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