HeyJaredDawn McGreevey - Studio Notes
Art, travel, and the practice of curiosity. Essays and observations on place, perception, museums, architecture, light, and the creative process. Part observation, part studio notebook.
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The $40 Painting I Couldn’t Walk Past (opens the original)
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I was walking down Spring Street in SoHo with a friend when a painting stopped me.This was 2016, when there were still quite a few street vendors set up west of Broadway. Before SoHo became high-end luxury brands (yawn). Jewelry. Photographs. Paintings propped against folding tables or clipped to makeshift wire walls.I’ve always loved street vendors. This probably goes back to living in a suburb of New York in high school, when I’d steal the car to go see art or head into the city with friends t
You Don’t Have to Know Why You Like It (opens the original)
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I watch people look at art.Or, more accurately, I watch people not look at art.Recently I watched a woman move through a museum gallery taking a photograph of almost every piece. She would walk up, photograph the work, photograph the title card, and move on.Painting. Card. Next.Maybe thirty seconds.I remember thinking, what is the point?I don’t mean that as harshly as it sounds. I understand the impulse. I’ve taken plenty of photographs in museums. Sometimes you want to remember something. Somet
Screw It, Thinker. I’m Going Big. (opens the original)
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This week, at the end of a weeklong art workshop in Florida, something broke open in me. I cried, and I didn’t expect to. Multiple times.Something had been stirring for a couple of years now, and I’d been letting it out slowly, carefully. I was scared. It felt risky.What if I fail?What if I’m terrible?What if people laugh at me?<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!eJAT!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media
I Bought a Photograph. It Became a Way Into Everything Else. (opens the original)
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The officer walked up slow, the way they do when they’ve already decided how this is going to go. Asked why we were in such a hurry. My boyfriend told him it was my birthday and we were headed to Marfa. The officer didn’t believe him. Asked for my ID to check.He came back a different person. Confirmed it was my birthday, alright then, he’d let it go. But he leaned in before he walked off and told my boyfriend he’d better buy me something nice once we got there. Said it would’ve been one hell of
Fort Worth Wasn't on My List. It Should Have Been. (opens the original)
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We went to Texas in late July for a concert. Blazing hot, no surprise. What caught me off guard was Fort Worth, and its case for being a true art lover’s destination.I spent an entire day solo, poking around the Cultural District, three museums lined up one after another on the same street, each designed by a famous architect, each holding a formidable collection.I’m a serious list keeper for future travel. I mentally clock places for later and add them to a running Google map. Fort Worth was no
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