Artist Bill Newman (left) had an opening in a spacious Adamson Gallery, 1515 14th Street NW. He is always surrounded by his students. This is what the art world is suppose to be like.Transformer Art Auction
Those times when the pretentious art world leaves you at the door, buy a drink and stay a while. Q: Why do Irish kids buy mineral water? A: To wash the wine off their clothes. This is what the art world is suppose to be like.
Another neglected robot, Dupont Circle.
Haloween ... only the robots know it's for kids.
I am making a six-foot sculpture in the Tuesday morning intermediate metal sculpture class. The frame looked so nice I wanted to take pictures of it, looks even better with someone in it.
Paul Kennedy is a cigar smoker. A coffee drinker. A picture taker.
Cassie, Kevin, Ana, and our instructor Kurt Mutchler wait for a train at Farragut North Station. Thursday morning our entire class went out to American University to see a photographer from the Magnum Agency speak about his work. Three slide trays into the presentation (and a short nap later) we all left. Thank Goodness.
One of the most interesting days I've had in a long time started at 5am this morning. You have to wake up pretty early in the morning to follow the newest U.S. citizens. Much of the day is spent in a large waiting room. But the waiting seems worth it, even to someone who was born into U.S. citizenship.
Art students hang out in their own groups. We are sometimes segregated by the mediums we choose to work with. But when there is alcohol to be comsumed at Brandon and Mike's these groups come together. Some are well put together performance artists, others are small mobs of sloppy drunks. (Most are a good mixture of both.)
Yesterday Maris turned a year older. Good times were had by all. The cups runithed over. This morning I felt like I had been runithed over.
Any given night on 13th St the girls are out working.
I saw one of the most vicious fights today. Surprisingly it was two girls. They were Thai Boxing at Yamasaki Academy in Rockville, Md. My friend Rosie catches her breath in the corner while the instructors tend to her opponents's bloody nose.
Where do photojournalism students go to think about world affairs? Goldie's Italian, $7 pitchers of India Pale Ale.
Marisa probably won't eat the rest of her rigatoni from Goldie's Italian. However, it's seldom a problem for anyone to finish one of Goldie's fresh pitchers of India Pale Ale.
This is Chan Chao. He is a natural mentor for photography students and the instructor for our Documentary Processes photo class at the Corcoran College. A couple days ago I learned I had a 2-page spread in New York Times: A Nation Challenged, a coffee table book published in 2002. (Now if I could just get a piece of the Pulitzer they got for coverage that year.) I took this cheap shot of Chan holding it up very briefly in class. You can see the $4.99 "bargain bin" price tag over the title. There is also a picture of me and my comrade Joseph Chenelly on page 171.
October is Chinese Awareness Month at DC's Kennedy Center. To pop the hypothetical cork, firework and gunpowder artist, Cai Guo-Qiang, set off a beautiful show of traditional fire works followed by an intermittent series of powerful explosions he calls tornados. Me and my friend Andrew Bain went to check it out. "I think it's over Andrew, everyone's leaving." "It's not over." "Dude, I wish I could believe you but..." BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM. "Oh, you were right."
