Yeah, yeah, yeah. People always tell you how great it is for you to move outside your comfort zone. They tell you something like “it will really make you grow” to do things that make you oh-so-uncomfy. While I get it intellectually, I think it just plain sucks. I think I heard we humans are always neglecting our true gut feelings—instincts—if you will. Because we are idiotic. Anyhow, I’m done with my complaining for the day. Moving was a lot for me to take. Yeah, I get it, it’s fully something I should have done many years ago, but that’s an irrelevant argument. I’m me living now and dealing with my NOW-FEELINGS. And my now-feelings are, for the most part, manageable. Every now and then I do get a pang of homesickness. I miss lying in bed with my boyfriend and my dog. It’s such a simple joy to have a dog rest his little soft gullet on your ankle.
So, left to my own devices, I do one of two things: wander around aimlessly or set up in my room and watch Netflix. The Office is amazingly soothing…even though I’ve seen every episode at least twice. Maybe…maybe even thrice. But back to my wanderings. They were, of course, waylaid by the HURRICANE (wtf…an earthquake and a hurricane in the same week?) but I have managed to get out and see stuff. I stopped at the Magic Gardens—a public mosaic installation. That’s how they describe it on the website anyhow. It is one of those very rare trippy and magical places where you feel all tickled from the inside out. I am not even being facetious—it makes you feel good. There is an outdoor sort of labyrinth full of wacko doll heads, mirrors, tiles and mermaids. There is also gallery space—and an outsider art show. My favorite artist bio read as follows:
“Renee (pronounced Reenie) Leshner attended Fleisher Art Memorial as a young woman, but stopped when she began to have visions of an ‘evil eye’ following her and threatening her. She continued to be plagued by visions of other-worldly beings throughout her many years working as a bookkeeper in Philadelphia. Gradually, her interest in drawing became her refuge, as her artwork evolved into an important method of expression – even a kind of ‘defense mechanism’ – against her supernatural visions.”
Jeez. I mean, after I got over my knee-jerk reaction—holy cow I love how bizarre this is (of course)—I began to feel a little freaked out. Because sometimes these scary feelings just come over people and then they have to exorcise their demons. I get that. Art as defense.
I flew over from San Francisco sitting right next to the Bay Area sculptor who was responsible for fabricating a HUGE paintbrush (complete with paint glob) created by Claes Oldenburg. HUGE sculptures of common everyday objects can be kind of fun, but…I don’t know. Somehow it’s a bit overdone. Know what’s cool? Anything big. Hmmmm, that’s what she said?