Leah

Kansas City Art Institute, Pratt

Pratt Institute, 參加 2007 - 現在, 年 2010, 碩士學位, Interior Design
Kansas City Art Institute, 參加 1995 - 1999, 年 1999, 學士學位, Painting

smarts, hurts like arts & architecture too I guess

terrariums, inuit art, bliss, cat shapes, every little detail, shadows, liars, films about family dynamic, bike riding, (my) plants, cooking, trees, Navajo & Turkish rugs, trampolines, 22K gold, chinatown fashion boutiques, 99 cent stores, gypsy asleep, James Turrell, Morris Louis, Henri Rousseau, Breugel, tapestries, ghost stories, tart sweets - lemon tastes, un-pessimistic modernism, geodesic dome houses & the aesthetic of living.

Samuel Johnson is Indignant, Shroud of the Gnome (James Tate), Animal, vegetable & mineral get lost in orbit, Madame Bovary, Elementary Particles, short stories by Tolstoy and right now I'm reading the gripping "Surreal Eden"

Sweet Movie, Nuts in May, Putney Swope, Stroszek (Herzog in general), Minnie & Moskowitz, What's new pussycat, Children of Heaven, I like too much. Tarkovsky. Childhood favorites: The Hotel New Hampshire, Sleeper, Pee Wee's Big Adventure, Fanny & Alexander & the TOY

Robbeats, music by the children of the Congo, Brazilian folk rock, Colin Hare, Gong, Kevin Ayers & Robert Wyatt, Kevin Coyne, Pugh Rogefelt, Nancy Sinatra, Han Bennink, Clue to Kalo, Moondog, Yoko Ono, Joni Mitchell, Judee Sill, G.Gould, John Fahey, Billy Jo Spears, cello, moody stuff, trex, triumphant rock, lady folk singers, Pugh Rogefeldt

Documentaries, docudramas... like Planet Earth, Manor House, Classic This Old House and British stuff like Big Train, Marion & Geoff and I'm Alan Partridge

Gemini

After a two year journey to the South I'm living in Brooklyn again! I learned a lot.

The James Tate poem below sounds a lot like my internal dialogue. But then I laugh at myself, I'm glad to be here.

THE DEFINITION OF GARDENING
Jim just loves to garden, yes he does. He likes nothing better than to put on his little overalls and his straw hat. He says, "Let's go get those tools, Jim." But then doubt begins to set in. He says, "What is a garden, anyway?" And thoughts about a "modernistic" garden begin to trouble him, eat away at his resolve. He stands in the driveway a long time. "Horticulture is a groping in the dark into the obscure and unfamiliar, kneeling before a disinterested secret, slapping it, punching it like a Chinese puzzle,birdbrained babbling gibberish, dig and destroy, pull out and apply salt, hoe and spray, before it spreads, burn roots, where not desired, with gloved hands, poisonous, the self-sacrifice of it, the self-love, into the interior, thunderclap, excruciating, through the nose, the earsplitting necrology of it, the withering, shrivelling, the handy hose holder and Persian insect powder and smut fungi, the enemies of the iris, wireworms are worse than their parents, there is no way out, flowers as big as heads, pock-marked, disfigured, blinking insolently at me, the me who so loves to garden because it prevents the heaving of the ground and the untimely death of porch furniture, and dark, murky days in a large city and the dream home under a permanent storm is also a factor to keep in mind

I could have never described the people I wanted to meet before I met them.