On The Edge of Extinction

"Barbara at the Water's Edge", Rockaway Park, NYC, 2011. Juliana Beasley.

Gabby and Tito

Gabby Getting Hair Dyed,  Rockaways, NYC, 11/11. Juliana Beasley

Story to come soon. In the bungalows from my new work out in the Rockaways. Running out the door to walk Howard and then presenting my work in Lori Grinker's class at ICP this afternoon.

Time for a Jersey Shore Beach Break

Slurpee Machine, Jersey Shore, New Jersey, 2009. Juliana Beasley.

Went into the neg archive today and scanned some stuff from 2009. Here is just a sampling. I'm sure it will bring back good memories of warmer days.

Tristan on Mattress

Tristan on Mattress, Belle Harbor, NYC, NY, 10/11. Juliana Beasley

Tristan in Golden Room

Tristan In Golden Light, Belle Harbor, NY, 10/11. Juliana Beasley.

Amaris Where Are You?

"Amaris. The Day We Met", Mana Contemporary, Jersey City, NJ, 2011. Juliana Beasley.

I met Amaris at Mana Contemporary in Jersey City over a month ago at an opening. I took this photo when we met.

She wrote me today.

"Uh, well I'm trapped in high school. My life pretty much revolves around art and rock & roll. I'm all about the band life."

Demons in the Closet

I need to call my Aunt Jeanie. This morning I received a correspondence with a young woman who had worked with her, helping her organize her belongings in her beautiful home in Hyde Park in Chicago. She knew about me and I knew little about her. She said she knew about my mother. I felt like a worm that had been uncovered from underneath a heavy stone. My Mom at Med School Graduation, Philadelphia, PA, 196?. Beasley Archive And then I wrote a separate e-mail to my friend, Jason. The two correspondences connected in my fleeting mind. "My demons take pills, read to many books, have to many degrees and accolades framed and hung on walls. They have no social grace or morality or integrity. They live in depravation and destitution.  They are fun and like to dance in circles and are always the center of attention. They leave their children sitting on the curb after school waiting for 2 hours after all the other children have been picked up by their parents. Then they show up in a fierce red TR6, classical music blasting,high on Ritalin and throw you in the jumper seat in the back because the dog is sitting in the passenger seat. They don't take you home. They take you on a 2 hour joy ride through Brooklyn and deposit you at the nursing station in the emergency room of some hospital where you wait another couple of hours. Yes, you are right. at least, I know my demon. She is dead in body but still alive in spirit and occupying my being. I either kill her off once and for all or i learn to love her because she is me. My demons are cute as a button but selfish as all hell. They will will trick you with charm and murder you with false hopes of tender love and friendship."