Oddly enough Bas Jan Ader seemed really appropriate to me today. I was good at smiling and waving as I got on the elevator as if I was going to my studio on a normal day and she was going to class. Then the elevator ride was normal as ever. Only after I walked to my studio did I start crying. I caught a glimpse of my ugly crying face and thought of this:
I didn't hear her knock later and only got to see the posted note. Tears ensued.
Monday, June 1, 2009
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