I spent this past weekend in Philadelphia. Always an enjoyable visit. Victoria, Emma and I went to The Philadelphia Museum of Art. Fantastic. Gained a new respect for Dali. Madly dissapointed by the fact that they had no work by Rauschenberg, and by the fact that 7 different Museum Guards asked me to wear my backpack on one shoulder. As far as Rauschenberg goes, I will see plenty of him in NYC tomorrow. The backpack, well it resides on both shoulders again. When I was at the museum I was reflecting on my own work, and realized It has been a solid year since I have created something that I truly just love. No. Not Right. The two above are some of the last moments of love for my art. They're quite tiny. Little baby pieces. The one below is a collage piece as well. Much larger. 2 x 6 ft. possibly? I want to do more collage work. Correction. I need to do more collage work. Larger pieces. Garage door. Donations?
An art major that doesn't like her art. Isn't that funny? Or disgusting. Both? Yes.