GAG as she sits in a urine puddle on the subway!
SIGH as her band once again is paid in drink tickets!
All this, next week on Real Poors of NYC.
GAPE at Pocahaunted as she points the fan at her crotch once again in an unconditioned brooklyn apartment!
GLARE at the hipsters blocking her entrance to the L train!
LOOKAWAYINDISGUST as she pukes up the last of the $3 beer and shot combo!
She was mad. Crazy mad. They had been broken up for six months. I feel bad for girls like this, I wanted to hug her and tell her to move on but I guess I was not the right person to attempt this kind of intervention.
Plus that $8000 is mighty appealing.
Since then foundations have been established and there are a lot of opportunities for residencies and gallery spaces. Now loads of conceptual artists live in the area and there are tons of art spaces, a disproportionate amount considering only 2000 people live there. There's an open house every year where thousands of artists and dealers visit, tripling the town's population for a few weeks.
I go there at least once a year and I find it really inspirational and supportive for artists and musicians. There are huge parties out in the desert, and it is the most creative atmosphere I have ever experienced. There is a sense of other-worldliness about Marfa, as though you are in an alien landscape populated by hyper-creative people and shit tons of minimalist art.