This may be a bit of a disorganized, stream-of-consciousness sort of entry, so please forgive me -- my brain doesn't seem to be fuctioning perfectly these days, as I haven't slept like a human in ages:
For over 6 months I've been accumulating photos and materials for a project that I've been meaning to work on and I find myself at a standstill. Part of it is that I'm overthinking to death how I want to approach putting it all together, and part is that hostel world sucks your life away. You live and work in the same place and your job is to socialize. Even when you're not on the clock you're surrounded by people who want to hang and you don't want to be that guy sitting in front of Lightroom when there are constantly new people to meet and bonding to be had. I haven't been good at prioritizing my time... and I also don't have access to any sort of area that could be used as a studio space -- I sleep in a dorm room with 13 other people.
But I've reached a point where I'm itching to make work again and have some reflection time. So, I'm moving. I'm done working at this hostel on October 8th and moving to a smaller B&B-style hostel with half the beds. They've never had Workawayers before, so it's a slight risk, but honestly I was sold after they told me they'd give me and other Workawayer a staff room. I don't think I can express how desperate I am to sleep more than 4 hours a night... the lack of sleep has been turning me into an angry person and I don't like it.
Although it's good for my sanity to leave the endless fiesta that is my current hostel, it means saying goodbye to my family at ArtBCN Hostel (*name changed). Most of them are moving on as well: two headed to Sweden, one moving to Germany. So rage Kaylee will probably be blowing up my Snapchat story this next week... #sorrynotsorry.
I had planned on and told friends and family I intended to move to Andalucia in October, but I decided against it for a few reasons: I'm not in the financial position to uproot at the moment and risk not being able to find work in a new city -- or finding work that ends up being shit and then being stuck. I am by no means in a fiscal crisis, but I had to pull myself down to earth and realistically evaluate what I can and can't do right now, and I decided it was smart to stay in Barcelona until January. I know Barcelona, and I know people in Barcelona, there are more work opportunities in Barcelona as opposed to Seville or Granada (and, like, it's Barcelona) so it's a safe option, but I think safe and comfortable could be good for me right now, as I've been making fairly impromptu life decisions for the past year. THE OTHER REASON is because Rach and my mom are coming for Christmas! And they've got tickets and an Airbnb booked -- it's actually happening, they can't back out now -- so I would be coming back here in December anyway, so staying is good. Also, I love Barcelona.
In January I'm thinking Firenze (finalllllyyyyy), but Vietnam is also on the table. But my plans change constantly, so who the f@#$ knows.
In other news: I have a little solo exhibition up right now at 360 Hostel Arts&Culture. It's a selection of photos from a few projects I've been working on for the past year and a half (Adorned and Viscera, as well as one from Over The Borderline). So, if you're in the area and wanna check it, hit me up! Or just show up! I believe it will be up until the end of the year.
So that's what's going on with me these days. Fam, I'm fine, I promise.
Been missing everyone stateside lately. Send me some snaps? Skype for a quick catch-up? I want to know what's going on!