Last night, was my first night of full sleep in a week. New York was almost too exciting. Now I’m back to a more genteel pace, in a setting that discourages intensity. The beach, out roars, out pounds, out performances any individual. The airport, too, is near by and the flow of traffic, away, in planes always reminds me that my comings and goings are just not that interesting. Everybody, on a plane, going somewhere is excited/exciting. Travel is magical, that way. It gets you out of you routines and puts you in the world.
Now, I’m back and I’m dealing with the reality of footage I’ve collected over the past few months; interviews with local contemporary artists. I have footage from my trip out to Long Beach to visit performance artist, Jocelyn Foye. I also must edit and publish the digital video of in conversation with another stripe of animal in performance artist, Kate Gilbert.
But the question remains, do the more recent interviews in NYC with Mike Cockril and Rick Prol take precedence. Cockril’s, monumental shift from painting commercially successful, yet predictable naughty Norman Rockwell paintings is NEWS! Together we witness an artist go from American to World Star. Or, should I work with the footage of Prol, taken in a secret East Village location? In it he gives Talkinggrid the scoop on the East Village art scene and how HOT it was in the days before Jean Micheal Basquiat’s death. Ah! How I loved meeting Prol. He is like Pompeii, simmering.
I also have delicious footage of Judy Rifka reading the freakin’ menu at the legendary Pink Pony, a performance reminiscent of Warhol’s dead pan delivery and professional acumen.
Lucky, Frau, I have a wealth of material to cover. We shall see what we discover in the process of putting these pieces together.
Ja!
Much Love,
Frau Kolb