Monday, October 02, 2006

 
DAY TWENTY-SEVEN: Travel from Providence to New York

Upon arriving in Andrea and Jed's apartment in Ridgewood, Queens, I feel dazed. While Andrea happily feeds me information in response to the questions that instinctively issue from my mouth, I can't retain anything. I can't suss out any feelings or desires, preferences or tastes. It could be that I'm tired. Or that, in essence, I'm a bit burnt out.

I am wondering if I should change my priorites, from that of making work to that of finding an apartment. Maybe if I hadn't just done this residency project I'd be more gung-ho to couch surf for the rest of the month. As it stands, finding a room to call my own is appealing.

This is Andrea and Jed's friend, Andy. He and his wife rent two side by side apartments and use one as their studio. They free-lance making shit for clients, like boutique hand-sewn hangers for Victoria's Secret off-shoot store, Pink. Notice the two kilns in what should be the kitchen.

Andrea and Jed live in a building that reminds me of the studios in grad school. They've eaked out room for Andrea to do work and even a sound studio for Jed, shoved in a closet. I think it's great, but Andrea is ambivalent

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