We had final crits for Reinfurt’s studio yesterday. I will tell you: I have seen some serious nonsense at crits, in my day. Up at iEAR, people would go through the most absurd shit to avoid confronting the truth about their work. Ditto RISD, of course. But yesterday’s bullshit was super fucking unprecedented, in like every way. I am not going to go into it, really; it’d end up being a bunch of “and he was like … and so we were all like …” type of stuff, but I will in fact offer the following images as proof of the utter histrionic catastrophe that it was.

Figure 1. Rob Giampetro hitting a fucking piñata with a broom handle.

Figure 2. Isaac being all like “WHAT THE FUCK??”

Figure 3. Me being all like “WHAT THE FUCK??”

Figure 4. Bethany Johns being all like “WHAT THE FUCK??”, Sesame Street style.

… so yeah. Most of it wasn’t quite as ridiculous, but that ending there took some serious cake, I’d say. Blaaaaagh. This is why people so frequently roll their eyes when uttering the phrase “graduate school”, isn’t it? It really is, really, like for reals. Yes.

But yes. Things are wrapping up nicely, here. For example, our MFA graduate show opened up the other night. Considering they’re having it in the Providence convention center this year (vs. the RISD museum, which is being renovated or somesuch), I’m pleased to say it actually kind of works. Usually this show consists primarily of the second-rate crapola that people have lying around their studios after their big final crits or final shows, or what have you, but in this case people pulled it together and rocked out. Also, the show itself was well-considered enough to work at the rather massive “convention center” scale, which was, like, a pleasant suprise. Indeeeeed. Breanne has pictures up, too. Yes.

Anyway. Now I’m in New York. Going to look at sublets… if you have a sublet that I could rent from you for june/july/august, and involves NO ROOMMATES and preferably is in Greenpoint, then by all means, lemme at it. Otherwise yeah, wish me luck, and I’ll meet you at the Shake Shack in two weeks for lunch. Fuck yes!

-fish

PS. Even more on SpeakUp / WDC, this time on intellectual property and ripping people off. Fun times. Yes!

I want a T-shirt that is a cut-out of your “What the fuck?!?!” facial expression, including your hand gesture(s). Badly. I would wear it everywhere. Of course, this all depends on your feelings about A: being severed from your pictorial context (aka “cut-out”) and B: being in a T-shirt that people would weat everywhere.