OUCHIE! STEROIDS: DAY 4
well days 3 & 4 of steroid ingestion were way less intense (no craziness in the brain) than the first 2 days, when i was all hopped up and experiencing some insane ROID RAGE. today i got an extra special surprise at the doctor’s office though, about 15 STEROID INJECTIONS directly into the VERY sore and tender bumps that are sprinkled across my forehead.
i thought i knew pain before, NOPE, HOLY SHIT, IT HURT, BADLY! i cried like a baby,
my tears mixing with blood as they streamed down my cheek and dripped onto my black polyester turtleneck, not a pretty site. but even though it was terribly painful and pretty much the most awful thing i have ever experienced in my lifetime i am now glad the doc talked me into having the STEROID TORTURE cause the swelling & soreness i have been enduring for the past week+ have subsided, somewhat… and i have renewed hope that one day my misbehaving forehead will return to its splendid smooth self. (please someone make this pesky rash go away, pretty please, i want my old forehead back NOW.)
anyhow, sorry, don’t mean to be a downer. who wants to hear about SORES and NEEDLES* when there is so much ART to ponder and see! here are some exciting shows that i am looking forward to checking out:::
me versus the light, 2010
sekret clubs, 2010
these Rita Ackermann & Harmony Korine paintings look goddamn creepy, i am into them! they are showing at the Swiss Institute, opening reception Tuesday, November 23rd, 6 – 8 PM, 495 Broadway, 3rd Fl. i need to whip up a james ensor mask for myself for this shindig, even though i could probably frighten the childron with or without any mask at this point in time.
from the SI‘s press release: The eerie paintings and their filmic complements are an unyielding monument to the freak, the hysteric, the rake, and the eccentric. In the painting, sekret clubs, a family of coquettish elders emerges from a thick coat of paint, which has been scraped down, reworked, and built up again. This rising ruin finds similarity in an adjacent film, POTS AND PANS, a never before screened work of Korine that documents a deaf Cuban family as they bang on pots in a boozy scene. The lunatic beats ricochet throughout the gallery, while remaining unheard by the players themselves.
Short Circuit (Combine Painting), 1955
Rauschenberg is definitely one of my all-time favorites!
Cumrades, 2007 (this drawing probably is not in the exhibit but i want to post it on my blog as many times as possible in 2010-2011!)
and then there is Cary Kwok at FLAG Art Foundation, 545 W 25th St, 9th Fl, btw 10th and 11th. Discovering Mr. Kwok’s art in a Bethnal Green gallery one hungover saturday morning a couple of years ago totally cheered my friend and i up after experiencing the worst night out in London, ever**. oh god, it really was a terrible night out, an evening of COMPLETE FAILURE. anyhow, i am hopeful that the new work will perk me up and make me forget my current affliction. I often think of Kwok’s triumphant cocks when i am feeling blue.
& I totally want to check out Maya Hayuk‘s show at Cinders. Cinders has been on a roll with great exhibits and i am confident that this show will not disappoint!
from cinders press release: With Heavy Light, Maya Hayuk explores concepts of light, space, fractals and symmetry. The entire gallery will be transformed into a massive chandelier mural, allowing the viewer to physically be inside of the art, suggesting that the viewer is actually the source of the light. Smaller paintings on canvas and panel hang in diptychs, mirrored versions of each other, like rorschach tests or the two hemispheres of the mind, perfectly flawed in their symmetry. Viewers can sit on interplanetary bean bags and take time to engage a meditative moment or one of the special events planned during the show’s duration. A series of video, performance and musical celebrations curated by Maya will be held periodically during the show and will include Jacob Ciocci (Paper Rad), Shana Moulton, Sadie Laska (Growing), Bjorn Copeland (Black Dice), Light Hits, Shahin Motia (Onieda) and more.
*i am hoping to be all cleared up in a week (fingers crossed) or so and then there will be much less documentation of my descent into madness/disease, promise.
FUCK YOU shingles (and no, this is NOT a horrific STD but a form of chicken pox), i am soooooo over you!
**or at least in my top ten worst nights out in London, ever. (i had some bad times as a temporary resident of the UK.)
UH OH. STEROIDS: DAY 2
ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, so after further contemplation and a lot more staring in the mirror this afternoon i decided that my face needed AT LEAST another day of complete makeuplessness, pampering, and ointment application and decided to cancel my afternoon bike ride. instead of subjecting any innocent civilians to my facial troubles i locked myself inside, took my goddamn steroids*, and searched the internet for headwraps, bondage masks**, bandanas, burkas, & creative head bandaging examples (yes, i googled mummies).
i was hoping to find something that was not only functional (having a superior ability to hide the rash on my forehead) but also extremely fashionable so i could feel like i was giving the kids something special, unique, and fabulous to gander upon as they passed me on the street (if you are going to look like a freak you better at least try to do a good job doing so).
the internet produced NO worthwhile results (see above). the reality of a few more days homebound started to sink in. the steroid dose did not make me feel as happy as it had yesterday, instead i felt insanely depressed about my current state & now that sadness was peppered with a bit of ROID RAGE (not a good combination***).
AND THEN I REMEMBERED GARETH PUGH.
the fancy army arrives once again just in time to prevent another mental breakdown!
Pugh’s ensembles often feature eccentric headpieces that obscure one’s entire face. PERFECT, no?
these are all a bit too bondage-y for my taste****.
kind of digging this but i am pretty sure it is out of my price range.
although this is pretty fun, not sure it works with today’s mood and i most certainly could not ride my bicyclette decked out in this number.
THIS, folks, is what i NEED, just the headpiece (i basically already have the rest of this look kicking around in one of my closets). this head gear will turn me into MODERN ART and that is something i can get pretty excited about. au revoir, malaise!
not sure how much this will $cost$ me but i am accepting donations.
PAYPAL AWAY whilst enjoying these Gareth Pugh video pieces.
one small donation = a significantly lessened risk of future mental breakdowns for miss v.
Marcus Tomlinson/Gareth Pugh
*steroids are REALLY FUCKING INTENSE. i don’t think i like them and i wish i did not have to take them for 5 more days.
**i didn’t really google those because they kind of freak me out.
***i apologize to anyone who may have been affected by this rage, it was the drugs, i swear.
****and totally remind me of the band YIP YIP, not that that is bad, just sayin’.
I think I am going to rename my blog Insane Steroid Freak Out Party for the next 7 days cause I kind of think that is what is going to be happenin’ over here at CHEAP & PLASTIQUE INCORPORATED HEADQUARTERS. I haven’t even taken my dose of the junk today and
I am already feeling a bit loopy (leftover effect from last night’s dosage?) Listening to multiple Chinese Stars albums this morning while elliptical trainerizing may have increased the crazy in the brain effect and has hopefully prepared me for what is to come this afternoon/evening once the ‘roids really kick in. I realized that the Chinese Stars’ muzak pretty much represents the state of my brain function last night, if the music was sped up approximately 35-50%.
STEROIDS, fuck. witness my addiction grow, RIGHT HERE ON THE INTERNETS!
Ok, Gonna take my 6 pills (WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!) and go for a bike ride until either my legs fall off, my heart explodes, or I end up on the doorstep of some unexpecting Boston friend’s house. Hope you are having a happy Saturday, friends.