One Word, Two Ways: Paint
I got home from work on Thursday night feeling unmotivated to go to yoga and wanting to indulge in something. I thought about going to get my nails done but didn’t really want to spend the money. I thought about going out to eat or drink but I had plans later in the evening so that didn’t make much sense. And then I remembered the New Museum’s Pay-What-You-Wish night, which happens every Thursday from 7-9p.m. I used to take advantage of Thursday’s at the New Museum, which is only a few minutes from my apartment, much more often. It had been a long time since I was there. When I stumbled into this interactive exhibit, Paweł Althamer: The Neighbors, 2014, I was thrilled! Art supplies and smocks were available for the taking; musicians played at the front of the room and everyone was busy contributing to the art, snapping photos, filming video and taking it all in. It was by far one of the most energizing experiences I’ve stumbled upon in months. I could have stayed for hours.
I live with an artist. In fact, painting is Albert’s first love. Recently, we went to the children’s play room at LACMA. Albert picked up his little paint brush and whipped out these two images:
And there I was dumbfounded. This is what I came up with:
Hilariously enough, I think they represent us both pretty well. What can I say, I like flowers.