flowers

both @ the Frieze. forgot to take artist notes..

paris

midtown, nyc

fake flower heaven discovery in ny

because (if you see posts below..)

i'm on a 'WHEN YOU WALK DOWN THE STREET, EVERYTHING BLOOMS'  type of mood.

living in new york makes people crazy

they need sun,

like flowers

and air,

like flowers

and space,

like flowers

and love,

like flowers

they need

time to grow, 

like flowers

and time to sleep,

like flowers

and need the shade,

and even rainy days are sometimes good for ny'ers,

like flowers

but

if i were a flower,

i guess i couldn't

and wouldn't complain where i bloom.

because that fact that i bloom,

would be more than enough for me.

next year is the year of the rabbit
it's 'my' year. i don't know what that exactly means except i'm going to be twenty four. that's a large number. two dozen. hours in a day. it's a number that's divisible by too many numbers. i thought it could mean that it'll be a year of luck and good things, but my coworker said it means it's going to be a tough year and it's the , errr, cosmic powers / higher beings testing me. i'm completely superstitous in every way possible. but. i don't need a tough-er year. i just need some incredible pace and energy, like the rainbow star in mario cart status. you know when you've been through some horrible emotional trauma, and it got so bad that it got to the point where it made you ..not back to who you were before, but even more blank than ever before? it's like when you use mr clean on an ikea furniture that's been laquered to shiny, and it becomes matte after. i've become incredibly matte this year. i need some paint. and glitter. and rust. and dust. and some dents. again. it was better that way.

i only bought these flowers because they were pretty and they don't have peonies in season. it's not a funeral.