11.22.21

In The Last Rock Star Book by Camden Joy he has these parts where he describes a year from his childhood with small, specific, tangible details. Like, “When I was thirteen, I missed three ground balls in a row at try-outs and for the first time missed making the baseball team, I threw rocks at birds and boulders off overpasses, I rode my brother’s motocross bike everywhere, my oldest brother married a stewardess named Lauren who was really sweet and really a fox and she gave me books on art and the Navajo and I wrote her a letter asking her to sleep with me because I was ashamed of being a virgin…” wow I just realized that this whole section (like 2 pages) is one sentence, just about being thirteen. So cool. I want to try doing that. I also feel like what the heck happened in detail when I was thirteen? Or even fifteen? I want to try and remember. Maybe I should start with the most recent whole year, 23.

When I was 23, I went to the special collections library at UCLA and looked at computer graphic art made by incarcerated people in the early 90s, I made granola for the first time, I listened to Overstory while I painted pictures of trees and remembered the pine tree outside of the hospital in 2017, I rediscovered the importance of trees in my life, I became obsessed with the idea of the Wood Wide Web, C moved in with S and me in our apartment on Greenfield, I made sourdough bread and brought it to painting class with Monika Baer and Kate Mosherhall, I loved both of them, I packed my lunch and brought it to school everyday, I got into the Juried show and so did N and this girl Brea Peck made a video called Feedback that was about the Wood Wide Web and showed footage of those electric poles disguised as trees and we agreed that this video was the exact middle of our two interests, I had Valentines dinner where everything was pink, salmon, cabbage, radishes, with C and SB, I started using tape on my paintings, N and I gave each other head on the side of a mountain in Elysian park, it was the first time we had kissed or anything in many months, we went to this part of Elysian park because it had the oldest trees in LA, I got into quick pickling, quickling, and made more granola, and more sourdough, I made Bernie pins out of ceramic that I planned to sell for donations to his campaign, but then he lost before I could finish all the pins, I went to San Pedro with C and we saw the Minute Men perform and then had burritos with GG, I looked for license plates that had three of the same letter, S found the house on California and we went to go see it and after we saw it I saw a license plate that had the three letters ZEV and we agreed that it was a sign, I made N’s license plate out of ceramic for his birthday, UCLA shut down because of the Corona Virus and we did our painting final with Monika on skype, I had a show with AW and H in the ceramics gallery, hosted shabbat at GG and K’s and it was the last social event before lockdown, I made more quickles and bread, we moved into 673 California blvd, we drove to a storage unit in the desert to get a fridge, washer dryer, and stove from C’s dad’s client, I biked from the apartment on greenfield to Pasadena as the final trek across town to the new house, I went home to the Bay and Z drove back with me and moved in to our house, I worked on the garden and had a passover seder with everyone in my house, we went to the superbloom of poppies, I made a drawing for N called Tree of Life Since the Last Time I Saw You in Person, and it was everything I remembered written out in circles, I started making drawings by roasting beets, I built tables, 

…. Have to pause now, I’ve been doing this just by looking through my camera roll, maybe that's cheating.