I said I’d do it, and I’m doing it. Two years ago I took my first trip to Japan. If you’ve been within earshot of me between then and now then you know that Japan ruined everything for me. The experience there was so great that every other country I have been to has paled in comparison. I’ve never felt so safe, appreciated, respected, and awestruck than I have in Japan. I’ve made it to my hotel after a 28 hour travel day. Wanna hear how that went? It went fine! Mostly. First, this didn’t feel like a normal international trip. A normal international trip prep includes but is not limited to; extra restless sleep, general crankiness at home, staring off into the distance after short circuiting about how much there is to do before I leave, not leaving the house for several days so that I can get some good quality worrying in there (I at least get to pet the cats), tears, etc. Oh yes, it’s a carnival at the Rischards household.
It’s my annual trip to The World Makerfaire in New York and I have several things to write about. Since the Faire is located at the New York Hall of Science in Flushing Meadows (you know… the place where the climactic alien spaceship scene in Men in Black was filmed) I stay in Flushing. Flushing is heavily populated by several Asian cultures which makes me a happy, happy girl. I have covered all the major food groups: The bubble tea group, ramen group, sushi group, and dim sum group.
Welp. I feel great. It only took a full day of rest after a full day of art show install at Estudio Nomada! The night before the show, knowing that one piece alone would put 100 holes in the wall, I had hours of anxiety filled dreams. In one I couldn’t breathe and in another I had aged considerably and had grass growing out of my scalp.
Preparations for Holy Week (known here as Semana Santa), the week before Easter, begin many weeks before the event. Signs go up in the streets and alleys in which the processions shuffle along and I’ve been warned quite a bit about how crazy and packed it gets. For example, in this most Holy of weeks, people furiously pick pocket and grope women. Who do these cretins think they are? The president of the United States? I can’t think of a better way to celebrate the death and rebirth of Jesus, can you?
My work took an unexpected turn here in Barcelona and you know what? I am totally ok with that. It’s kind of exciting, really. All the work I had planned to do I finished in Seville! That left me with no plan for my two month residency in Torelles de Foix. I bought some more material to make a few more of those head cover things and I knocked one out pretty quick and started on another.
This is the residency in “Barcelona” where I currently reside. It’s called Mas els Igols which means, “swamp farm.” There’s no swamp to be seen, but it is most certainly a farm… of grapes… and wine. It’s a vineyard!
Had a great show in Seville. It was quick and dirty! I only had three weeks in the AIRgentum Residency but I came prepared with the work I wanted to make. Martina pulled several strings to make the show happen and my lovely residency mates helped me install the show with literally only 45 minutes. It was intimate with 18 locals attending including my sweet friend that I met at the residency in Japan, Raquel. The gallery attenders had lovely questions and comments, and in the end, I feel very thankful for the experience.
I love me some sweets. Let’s see what Spain has to offer!
Jeez has it really been 26 days already? That feels like a long time and I’m already desperately missing my cats, husband, and car. Working on the subject of privacy again. This time it’s wearables. Each piece is pretty different, so I don’t have the factory-like set up like I did for the previous body of work. This stuff is relying mostly on sewing and all the stitching I’m doing here is by hand. This is totally ok. I love those mindless repetitive projects, remember? I did some sewing on my machine at home for some pieces that I anticipated doing here and boy am I glad I did that!
Skipped a couple of days while I dis- and re-combobulated in Seville. Worried enough on the day of travel and even offered a small amount of salty tears to appease the cruel entity that cares for me while I am abroad to give me a smooth day. The Spanish employees at the train station in Madrid were uncharacteristically rude and that made my attempt to get to where I needed to be extra challenging. I should stress that the majority of people I have come across have been lovely. I’m distressed that the rude ones work in the places where I am in need of the most help. Ah well.
Now this! This… is a museum I could spend some time in! The Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofía houses art from the 20th century up to current work being made today. Here I saw Dali, Picasso’s Guernica (as mentioned in the previous post), more Goya, and I learned about a few new artists too. I even got to sit and watch Bunuel’s Un Chien Andalou! Watch the full movie here. (A little over 21 minutes.)
Ok first, let me get this out of the way… OH MAH GAH! I SAW GUERNICA IN PERSON! OH MAH GAH! I SAW LAS MENINAS IN PERSON! OH MAH GAH! I SAW THE THIRD OF MAY IN PERSON! OH MAH GAH! I SAW THE BLACK PAINTINGS IN PERSON! OH MAH GAH! I SAW THE NUDE AND CLOTHED MAYAS IN PERSON! OH MAH GAH! I SAW THE GARDEN OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS IN PERSON! I also saw works by Titian, Dali, Rafael, El Greco, Tintoretto, and more.