working for a living.

This past week was one of the most challenging, exciting, exhausting, and stimulating yet. Between two full days at the gallery, a very busy opening at Eyebeam, documenting an opening for the Jules Olitski Foundation at Tower 49 and a performance at Susan Inglett Gallery (where I am interning), and a full weekend with the grandparents while Nancy is away on business, I am exhausted and welcoming the snowy weather keeping me indoors today.

The past week was intense and New York City is really proving to be quite formidable. Maybe it's the gray, the sluggish nature of the C train, missing my family, or the constant sirens and swarms of people everywhere, but this week I think I fell a little out of love with New York City, or out of love with the idea I had of the city. Maybe this all sounds more bleak than it is; maybe I am finally settling and am finally living the dream I had built up in my head for so long. I'm working for a kick-ass female artist, a reputable gallery representing exciting artists in Chelsea, and have plenty of free time to explore this amazing city. But I'm missing my studio and the greenery. I'm missing the ability to produce work and the unlimited access to the darkroom. But the struggle I am in is quite lofty and I know that I will be alright. I am just a girl experiencing the city of her dreams, and it is okay to not be 100% in love with all that I am doing all the time. It is just like the work I create. Sometimes it lives within me and sometimes I just need to get away from it. This past weekend certainly helped with that, I was able to escape the city I know for a more relaxed, slow-paced weekend with my grandparents taking in MoMA, Broadway shows, slow meals, and quite evenings in their hotel room. It was the refresh that I needed.

This coming week proves promising as well; two days at the gallery, class on Friday, then the weekend and an opening at the Met with my boy. Everything this girl needs to feel more at home and at place in this big, big city. 

The best part of the past week included: slow meals with my grandparents and their friends, documenting Alejandro Guzman's performance at Susan Inglett Gallery, sampling Pho from various eateries around the city, handling work, a walk on the High Line, lunch breaks with a good book and warm food, the fresh snow, and seeing new parts of the city.