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i love, love my internship so far. my job is to do the little things around the gallery, mostly cleaning, running errands, stamping letters, inputting gallery patron information, etc… but it’s so great seeing how the gallery is run. i also get to go behind the scenes and meet the artists, and represent the gallery.
i love being around the gallery in the back areas where no one is allowed. i get to see the art that is not on public display, and it’s nothing less than amazing.
here are a few pics of pieces in areas that aren’t available to the public:
can’t WAIT for the next show. meanwhile, all of you should drop by and check out the work currently on display (Kent Williams’ curator show: THE HUMAN ECLECTIC) if you have the chance.
MERRY KARNOWSKY GALLERY 170 S. LA BREA AVE., LOS ANGELES CA (on La Brea, between 1st and 2nd street)
yesterday afternoon, bryant and i got into my car and i was driving on the 90 to get onto the 405 so that i could drop him off at home and grab lunch with matthew. as we were getting on the 405 offramp, a big Ford truck with monster wheels sped up past us to cut us off (i was going 80, so they had to have been going around 90+ on a CURVE). shit like this happens all the time on the freeway, so i didn’t think much of it and let it rest.
then i made it past the curve and saw that the car was rolled over, sliding across the offramp on it’s roof. there were shoes, bandanas, car pieces, shattered glass, and tires broken off across the ramp, stretching about 100-200 feet. i was right behind them, and immediately parked the car. bryant and i both jumped out of the car (so did the car right behind us) and we ran towards the car to help them.
two people got out of the car, bleeding, and one was jammed into her seat and could not move. there were splatters of blood everywhere, and a huge presence of panic and chaos. one of the two people who got out of the car, the guy, ran away claiming that he was going to go and get help. we were in the middle of the freeway offramp, and he RAN to try and “get help”. turns out he was picked up along the road and fled the scene without getting any help.
i called the police immediately upon parking, and they arrived onto the scene within 5 or so minutes. after much maneuvering and breaking apart the car, the girl finally got out and onto a stretcher. the entire 90 cutoff was shut down for about 30-45 minutes. bryant and i gave the police officer our statement, and we were allowed to leave.
never will i speed again on that offramp it’s crazy how close we were to being destroyed by that car. i hope she is okay… and i hope i never have to see something like that ever, ever again.
so lk and i were talking about why we don’t like people all up on our computers without supervision, and the main reason was this: a lot of the data on our computers could/should belong to a guy. we both admitted that we have way too many pictures of girls—i mean, WOMEN— in our picture folders. we had a LESBIHONEST moment.
now that i think about it, why the hell should we be embarassed?
i’d rather look at pictures of women than men, and maybe i’m coming off from an artist’s point of view but women, to me, are much more beautiful than men. i’m sure it’s personal preference as to whom artists like to draw, but i draw strictly females. ope.
reblog this shit if you have a pic folder infested with pictures of girls you think are pretty/sexy/beautiful. because i sure as hell do, and i really just don’t give a damn who knows. lesbihonest, folks.
i am officially a declared double major, classes beginning next semester. good lord what have i done..? nahnah, i’m really excited to start graphic design. Communications x Graphic Design, doesn’t that so great together? almost double the schoolwork, + internship, + personal life = should be interesting.. haha.
WORK HARD, STUDY HARD, PARTY HARDER. live life hard, ladies.
i look back on pictures, and they really do say at least a thousand words. i look so genuinely happy in all of these pictures of my past, and yet i think back on those times and all i can think about is how sad i was so often?
is this a cycle that comes and goes, comes and goes, comes and goes…
love really is fleeting
how much torment does a person have to go through to be able to drop such incredibly happy feelings and become depressed, and feeling alone? and somehow, i’ve been blessed with this whole new feeling of happiness is this fleeting too? must i bother going through all of this and feel horrible and repetitive again?
one more time and it might make me a disbeliever of love. i know what love feels like, and i know how quickly it can all fade. every time it fades, the overall idea of love fades a little too i refuse to get to the point where love means nothing.
i love my new internship @ merry karnowsky gallery. all i’ve been doing really is stuffing envelopes, but it still feels so right being there and helping out. we’re in the middle of prepping for kent williams’ curator show, “the human eclectic” and i’m beyond excited for it…. here’s a peep @ kent williams’ work, so just imagine how sick the artwork he appreciates and wants to represent is…