This week I did a podcast for Sleeping with Celebrities (the place the time period “movie star” is used very loosely in my case) and normally behind me on a zoom you see my bookshelf which is presumably probably the most organized factor in my home. However after I had covid I needed to transfer my laptop right into a room with a door so I may keep remoted and that meant utilizing a room that has been used over time for train, schoolwork, music, comedian collections and is now affectionately known as “the junk room” as a result of it’s the place I disguise all the stuff I don’t have room for or want to arrange or simply wish to disguise to fake doesn’t exist. In order that’s why I ended up with this as my pretty background and it’s a little bit mortifying but in addition a extremely good reminder to everybody that none of us are as put collectively as we appear, and that’s okay.
Additionally behind me are 1000’s of comics, laundry I haven’t hung up and 1400 tiny glass Hagen-renaker animals I’ve collected since I used to be little.
Barely associated: at the moment we’re having the Laura Perea artwork exhibit at Nowhere Bookshop in our neighborhood room. That is what it seemed like at midday yesterday after I was having a panic assault:
And that is what it seemed like after I left:
Is it good, and even near the best way an actual gallery would present artwork? No. However it’s unusual and distinctive and human and that’s what makes artwork (and life) necessary.
Embrace your flaws. They’re extra lovely than you realize.
