Parfait and I visited a friend of his last night whose entire apartment is filled with her art. She even keeps small pieces in her oven. I liked a lot of her work and thought she was exciting as well. She so clearly loves what she does and gets lost in her tiny apartment for days intensely working on some project. I got a little jealous and sad because, though it was nice to see that dedication it reminded me that I don't have much passion in my own life right now. I'm not really sure what I'm interested in artistically and that frustrates me.
I definitely appreciated the performance opportunity I had last April. I was in a dance piece that my friend Anne choreographed. It was part of a self-produced concert that five choreographers put together. I think Anne is pretty talented and wish she would get her act together and start creating more but I'm pretty sure she'd say the same thing about me so who am I to criticize? Anyway, here's the piece. It's starts out black for about 15 seconds so don't worry if you don't see anything. (Anne is the woman behind me to the right.)