It official. I got the job & will be leaving LA in just over a week.
Nearly 22 years in this city. So many adventures... so many experiments... so many challenges... so many friends come, gone & still here. I can still remember the first day I drove into town. A 20 year old hippie punk in a Volkswagen van. Driving west on the 10 freeway into town... a beautiful wind blown surfer chic in a late 60s Mustang waving & smiling from the next lane over.
A few years at CalArts... making art every day... swimming naked in the pool... playing as hard as we worked & forming friendships that still feed my soul.
Moving into a loft with 7 other artists downtown. 8000 square feet for 2 grand a month. Seemed like so much at the time. Hanging gallery shows & producing performance art a couple times of month for a few years. Working at L.A.C.E. gallery back when it was on the east side of downtown. (anyone remember that place?) Nites walking through downtown for cheep beer & punk bands at Al's Bar. The beginnings of a career in Los Angeles. Freelancing as a designer & art department dog for tv commercials & music videos back when Propaganda was the best house to work for.
Landing my first teaching/real job at USC. Working for the Bella Lewitzky dance company in their last season. A year at Highways Performance Space with the likes of Tim Miller, Rachel Rosenthal, Ron Athey, Annie Sprinkle, John Fleck and every other naked & goo covered performance artist LA had to offer. Three years designing & building a themed casino in east county San Diego for a tribe at the height of the Indian gaming fight in California, making more money than I knew what to do with.
And finally, the last 7 years teaching at the school that brought me out here in the first place.
What a fuckin' ride.
Now it's time to pack up, move on & start the next part of my adventure. What a life.
Nearly 22 years in this city. So many adventures... so many experiments... so many challenges... so many friends come, gone & still here. I can still remember the first day I drove into town. A 20 year old hippie punk in a Volkswagen van. Driving west on the 10 freeway into town... a beautiful wind blown surfer chic in a late 60s Mustang waving & smiling from the next lane over.
A few years at CalArts... making art every day... swimming naked in the pool... playing as hard as we worked & forming friendships that still feed my soul.
Moving into a loft with 7 other artists downtown. 8000 square feet for 2 grand a month. Seemed like so much at the time. Hanging gallery shows & producing performance art a couple times of month for a few years. Working at L.A.C.E. gallery back when it was on the east side of downtown. (anyone remember that place?) Nites walking through downtown for cheep beer & punk bands at Al's Bar. The beginnings of a career in Los Angeles. Freelancing as a designer & art department dog for tv commercials & music videos back when Propaganda was the best house to work for.
Landing my first teaching/real job at USC. Working for the Bella Lewitzky dance company in their last season. A year at Highways Performance Space with the likes of Tim Miller, Rachel Rosenthal, Ron Athey, Annie Sprinkle, John Fleck and every other naked & goo covered performance artist LA had to offer. Three years designing & building a themed casino in east county San Diego for a tribe at the height of the Indian gaming fight in California, making more money than I knew what to do with.
And finally, the last 7 years teaching at the school that brought me out here in the first place.
What a fuckin' ride.
Now it's time to pack up, move on & start the next part of my adventure. What a life.
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Sounds like you had an awesome time, hope the adventure continues.