Coco Papy (aka Courtnay) is a former SVA student who is looking to raise some money to support her practice. She is very talented and also a very nice, smart young artist who we all have to get behind and rally for. She’s been out of school for a few years and trying to make it all happen – having shows at different galleries and doing all the stuff you’re supposed to do. Now she just needs a little extra push to get her latest body of work done.
I wanted to repost her video from Kickstarter here, but something is wrong with me and I can’t figure out how to do it. But here is a screenshot:
And here is the link to her Kickstarter (her premiums are fantastic too!).
And here is the link to her blog which has more images of her work.
The great thing about Kickstarter is that the pledges are as much (if not more so) about emotional and moral support than they really are about money. Even a $5 pledge means a lot to an artist who has been toiling away, balancing a job, student loans, and making her artwork. Just knowing that there are people out there who care means so much. When I was doing my Kickstarter fundraiser, it helped buoy me during an especially tough summer. Now, Coco is probably way more emotionally stable than I am, but I know it would mean a lot if you kicked in anything at all to help her out.
There are a bunch more pictures (better than mine were) at the flickrstream that this pic is attached to. Maybe if you click on it, it will bring you to it? I think so.
I’m back home now, but my time in Oxford was really terrific. Everyone I met was so generous and kind – I know it sounds like a cliche, but it’s really true.
And the show looks great. I’m a terrible photographer, but I should have more photos (shot by someone who is not me) soon. Until then, there’s this:
I’ll reflect on the trip a little more once I’m back to normal. The trip has really provoked a lot of thoughts in my head about insider vs. outsider art, art vs. craft, and small towns vs. the big city. The upshot is, I’m more confused than ever.
But here’s a great video from the airport in Atlanta, for no reason in particular:
I got a quickie tour of Memphis at night yesterday, right after my plane landed and en route to Oxford, MS. One of the strangest things about it was going to see the Lorraine Hotel, where Martin Luther King was assassinated. What was so strange about it is that had you asked me if I knew what the hotel looked like, I would have said well, vaguely, I guess. But then seeing it there before me (it has be preserved with period cars and the like, as part of the Civil Rights Museum) I realized I knew it so well. It was like seeing a million press photos suddenly pop to life:
Special bonus scene from the airport, completely unrelated:
Tomorrow I leave my cozy little home to head out to Mississippi for five days. I’m having a solo show at the University of Mississippi Museum, and I’ll be giving a series of talks to the folks down there while I’m in town.
If you’re in the area and would like to join us for the reception for the show, it’s on Tuesday, March 23rd from 5-7pm. The next day at noon, I will be giving a talk at the museum about my work. From there, I’ll be talking to various classes at the University.
Anyway, pictures and updates forthcoming!
Oh Dare Wright, where have you been all my life?
A fashion model, Wright lived with her overbearing and controlling mother for her whole life. And then some time in the late 1950s, she started writing and illustrating children’s books called The Lonely Doll, that featured creepy scenes of her favorite doll in various scenarios. There’s a biography that’s been written about her that we all need to drop everything and run out and buy, now. Let’s all meet back here in a couple of weeks once we’ve had time to read it, ok?
I’m trying to de-clutter my life. In particular, I need to truly overhaul my entire studio and clear out a bunch of junk. I want to spend this summer working on some really ambitious projects and to do that, I need space.
It’s sort of humbling to go through all your junk. Picking through my shelves (which basically have layers and layers of stuff just piled on them in no particular order) is like going through some sort of three dimensional scrapbook that I started around 2004. That’s basically when my life got really busy, and being organized was a luxury I had to give up.
I’ve already carted out six gigantic garbage bags – and that’s just my studio. Gross, I know. I’m horrified by how much stuff I have accumulated. And all the stuff I’ve felt stuck with, either because it was “too good to throw away” or because I thought I might need it one day.
The stuff falls into two broad categories:
1. Things given to me – either because of some sort of professional obligation (goodie bags from art fairs are a major culprit) or gifts or even little things that friends have found here or there – like on the sidewalk or in their own cluttered studios – and brought to me. I’m trying to resolve what to do with that which I feel some sort of connection to, but the vast majority of it (especially the bulkier stuff) is the kind of thing I don’t feel any nostalgia for (I don’t need to keep a beachball from a PS1 giveaway three years ago, etc).
2. Unfinished work. Boxes and boxes of unfinished work. I was slightly horrified to discover that I had become, without even realizing it, one of those artists. You know the type – they get started on a painting or drawing, work work work on the thing like crazy, then abandon it when it’s 90% done. And then when the work is uncovered years later, it’s not really like they can go back and finish it now, because the moment is passed – they can’t remember how you were going to finish that sentence or complete that scene. Everybody does that now and then, but I recognize that it’s really not so healthy to have stacks and stacks and stacks (and stacks) of work that was so close to being finished, but not quite, and now totally doomed. I see it for the kind of self-defeating practice that it is – a way to keep yourself constantly busy and going crazy, but never actually accomplishing anything because you never finish. You’d be better off spending your time at a bar than torturing yourself in the studio, if you’re never force yourself to confront the ending of a work.
So, no more. I’m thinking about stupid yuppie phrases like “work better, not more” but mostly I’m just getting rid of that habit. I keep thinking about how, over the last few years, I’ve given up nearly all of my OCD habits/tics, how absolutely excruciatingly hard that was to do, and how this might be one of the last to go. Not the acquisition of clutter – I’m not a hoarder; the clutter comes from a combination of busy-ness and laziness. But more this torturing myself over projects that go nowhere – that’s got to go. When I started realizing that I had so many incompleted projects, my heart started racing and I found myself feeling absolutely terrible – which is a good indication that there’s something going on here… and that it has to stop.
Focus, Amy, focus. Forget about those old projects, but resolve to see your ideas through from now on.