It was kind of funny checking my blog stats just now. Among the search engine terms which brought someone to Museworthy today was “depressed woman painting”. Another one was “depression model”. Something tells me that the latter searcher didn’t intend “model” as in art model. Anyway, I got a kick out of it and thought I’d share it with all of you. Gotta love Google!
I’m working at the New York Studio School all afternoons this week, and even though the beast is still with me, I found a way to amuse myself and indulge a little of my own creative vision- some of it moderately respectable, some of it pretty juvenile. But at least I was able to elevate my mood a bit. I’ll take anything I can get.
I realized today that the Studio School is an ideal place to take pictures. Probably the best out of all the places I work. It drips “art school”. Vivid colors, battered props and objects everywhere, piles of fabrics, student artwork stacked against walls, areas of clutter juxtaposed with areas of open space. It is sublime disarray. Ordered disorder. It’s really pretty cool. The building is old, and an architectural oddity in many respects. It contains many secluded little spots and illogical transitions from room to room. With no elevator, creaky staircases wind through the interior like a labyrinth. One can easily get lost in there, even if you’ve been working there for over two years (yes, I’m guilty). I like to call the maze of corridors, studios, and stairwells of the Studio School the “catacombs”.
So today during the long break, the painting students bolted the building to roam 8th Street, in a quest for coffee, soda, a cell phone call, or a cigarette. I got dressed and took a leisurely stroll to Washington Square Park. When I returned, I was alone. Not one student had come back yet. So I had both North and South Benton studios all to myself! Wheee! Out came my camera. With my blog and its readers on my mind, I scoured the floor for things to shoot. I was on the loose.
This scene just begged for a picture. Someone’s clay sculpture sitting on the open window ledge. Poor little guy just needed some fresh air. Those are the rooftops and fire escapes of Greenwich Village in the background:
I happened upon this one purely by accident, like most good pictures. It’s the corridor between South Benton and the Green Room. I was really struck by the light streaming through and how it reflected off the blue walls. Also a nice shot of the “catacombs”:
OK, now is when things get stupid. I became obsessed with this crud-covered mirror just outside Benton. Splattered with paint spots and some white gook, it created this weirdly festive look in my camera window. I dig it! It’s like confetti!!! So this is me in front of a paint and crud-covered art school mirror. Hey, I have nothing against crud. Plus a little boobage for you guys. Wish I had more to show:
Me again, with my imaginary “confetti”. Fighting the beast. Or, ignoring the beast. He can’t ruin my fun. Why I look completely psychotic I have no idea:
This last shot is art school in a nutshell: an easel, a table, and a cup of coffee. The only thing missing is a crazy art model. Oh wait . . . never mind: