Just stretched my first canvas last night/this morning. I didn't cut any of the wood pieces, I bought them, but I assembled the frame and stretched the canvas over it myself. It was a great feeling, downing a beer, blasting some electrified bluegrass (a la Gillian Welch) and firing away with a staple gun to create something that I'm going to use to create something else. Made me think about the Marxist alienation explanation I was asked to write after I alluded to it in the Hegel ramblings below... Maybe I'll get to that after all.
Work's been kinda ridiculous, as I've somehow been deputized the IT person, still responsible for all of my writing, still only really getting paid for the writing / minor office work. Trying to convince Elias to start up a design firm with me when he hit's Brooklyn in order to fund an extended stay outside these city walls.
Speaking of which, I'm putting tire to road this weekend and hanging out with Leah up in the newer of the Englands. When I get back I'll stop whining and make some of those substantive posts I've promised.
About Me
- De.Corday
- Charlote de Corday, a figure of the French Revolution, was a rebel against the rebellion, an individual in a war of sides. Charlotte de Corday has thus become my nom de guerre as an individual caught up in a world that speaks in borders rather than content. I am quite simply a student of philosophy and theories of government, a musician and a coffee addict, returned to my native urban New Jersey to find a place rapidly gentrifying, changing, growing--whatever you want to call it, only to move to Brooklyn and act as the other side of that coin. I am trying to make art after four years of academy, trying to feel for an ever elusive home... also trying to keep my car running. Trying to live and work and create in a way that each is copacetic to the other two. I currently write freelance and work for a newspaper in Lower Manhattan.
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not everyone can carry the weight of the world.
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