Vacations

I love NY by areyeah

In all truth, I can say that the last time I went on vacations was June 2003. My grandma and I were fighting like crazy,  and my uncle bought me a plane ticket to San Diego so we wouldn’t kill each other. Stayed there for a month, taking my cousin to the Bus Stop so he could go to special-camp. But I mostly stayed inside on the computer, waiting for my partner at the time to come online and chat, so I could avoid a huge argument later. No Senior Trip followed (everyone went to get drunk at Punta Cana, Dom.Republic or beautiful Costa Rica). Me, I either worked or studied the following summers.

“New York city, center of the universe” says Angel to Mark after filming a cop and a homeless woman on the streets.  NY has always appealed to me for several reasons. It’s where the Gay Revolution started, in a small pub called the Stonewall Inn on Christopher St, which led to our current fight for LGBTT equality. Part of my family’s untold history lies there, since they did what most Puertoricans did; move to find more money. At least I’m happy they decided to come back to the island, because then my story would be told from a very different IP.

I’m also very interested in studying in the city (or any city besides Macondo USA), so I’m attending an information session at NYU’s Gallatin School of Interdisciplinary Studies. I’m sure I’ll get the same info as the brochure, but I really need to se ethe place before I decide to apply. I wouldn’t want to get there and not feel the place and hate it forever. (see also: UPR-RP)

So, tomorrow I leave, and will come back with the sounds, colors and sounds of the city in my head to share with you all. Here goes nothing.

Sin Titulo 3 (o porque me creo tan posmo)

Desde que me fui del BFA en Grabado de la UPR, me desligue de la “escena” del arte boricua, o mejor dicho, de la del Area Metro. Cuando se me fue el trauma del cambio y volvi a ver las galerias, las expos, me di cuenta del “trend” del “Sin Titulo”. Cual es el problema con destitulacion que yo tengo? Falta de creatividad, y excuseria. Antes los “Sin Titulos” eran unas obras que hablaban por si mismas, o simplemente, no tenian titulos porque eran obras incompletas.

Ahora Juan Pirindingo le tira una foto a la cabeza de su miembro y le pone “Sin Titulo”.

Estoy teniendo un problema bien fuerte tan bien con el arte conceptual. Recientemente fui a una exposicion de arte en plaza, y vi un cubo blanco con una lata de pintura encima, sellada, aun con el precio de Home Depot. Su titulo y su descripcion eran algo asi:

El color de mi piel

Pintura para interiores/semi-gloss/medio galon/color:tan

Really?

Ya lo veo, la proxima intalacion de motrown: En una esquina de un cuarto blanco, se coloca una silla roja, encima unas heces fecales y una flor de maga, de plastico (porque el kitsch mal hecho esta de moda!) con gotitas transparentes de rocio. Guindando del techo, un “air-freshener” en forma de pino.

Sin Titulo .09 (O porque me cague encima cuando vi tu foto manchada de deseo sobre mi almohada, el dia que me dejaste y te fuiste con el tipo que conociste por Adam4Adam)