in cycles:
In the morning I met with Frank to talk about senior project for the last time this semester. I frantically finished up some prints. The watercolors came out too pale, the citra solv barely transferred the ink. [cycle] Rehearsal, Concert. J. S. Bach's Magnificat in D and Schubert's Mass in E-flat Major. [cycle] I bumped into Lisa from Humboldt and we talked until we had to part and say good bye. She asked me how old I am and told me “oh! You’re still young”. She’s 24 and an undergraduate student: everything is slower in Germany. We talked about how sometimes it is necessary to leave the people you know to find out who you are, and how ages 16-19 or so, everything that sparkles; sparkles more furiously than it does later. She told me to tell her if I ever go to Berlin again. [cycle] I went to play mafia with some of the exchange students. All spoke Russian and some of the names
were more foreign to me that
others. Familiar ones where Valya and Yura and Yuliya (AUCA) Tim (Smolny). Less
familiar but still comprehensible is Albina (Tajikistan, AUCA). I had never heard before Agerim and Akylai (Kyrgistan,
AUCA). We played until 3 or so and then I went to Kelsey’s room and fell asleep by 4.
[cycle]
In the morning I met with Frank to talk about senior project for the last time this semester. I frantically finished up some prints. The watercolors came out too pale, the citra solv barely transferred the ink. [cycle] Rehearsal, Concert. J. S. Bach's Magnificat in D and Schubert's Mass in E-flat Major. [cycle] I bumped into Lisa from Humboldt and we talked until we had to part and say good bye. She asked me how old I am and told me “oh! You’re still young”. She’s 24 and an undergraduate student: everything is slower in Germany. We talked about how sometimes it is necessary to leave the people you know to find out who you are, and how ages 16-19 or so, everything that sparkles; sparkles more furiously than it does later. She told me to tell her if I ever go to Berlin again. [cycle] I went to play mafia with some of the exchange students. All spoke Russian and some of the names
were more foreign to me that
others. Familiar ones where Valya and Yura and Yuliya (AUCA) Tim (Smolny). Less
familiar but still comprehensible is Albina (Tajikistan, AUCA). I had never heard before Agerim and Akylai (Kyrgistan,
AUCA). We played until 3 or so and then I went to Kelsey’s room and fell asleep by 4.
[cycle]
We woke up at 9, got breakfast and then I went to my last
printmaking class. There were two bottles of wine and this is the least happy I’ve
been with my art work in a while. I went home and slept. [cycle] I worked and
packed and went to bed at 2am. [cycle]
I woke up at 6 and finished packing and got picked up at
7:15, went to the train station with Agerim, and we got off at Grand
Central. I made sure to find the bus for
her to get to JFK, before going my own way to Kostya’s lab at NYU. I finished
my coursework there. We went wandering to get food and then we went to Bedford Stuyvesant
(BedSty) where he lives. [cycle] We walked to Bushwick where Shinno’s
multimedia installation was. The room looked like it used to be some industrial
space, but had been redone for events. The bottom of the walls rounded off into
the floor and everything was white. The show consisted of a dancer in the dark,
except for a projector light. It refracted through fog, produced by a fog
machine. The dancer was wearing a mask made of squares of mirror. He danced
with the light, the music built up and became more frantic. It felt more like I
was having some sort of subconscious experience, rather than watching something
happening in front of me with a hundred other people. Esther was there too, and
after the show the dj came on and we danced. The projector was still on, and it
was a fun body-exploration to watch ones silhouette on the wall, a different way
of entertaining ones vanity. I went to the indoor-balcony upstairs and fell
asleep on the couch, which was vibrating from the bass of the music. At two
Kostya and I left. [cycle]
We went to Manhattan and I took a 5:30 bus back home. [cycle]
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