The Monet Room
"Freedom (n.): To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing."
— Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead 

Elliott Erwitt

Hans Burgkmair the Elder, The Whore of Babylon and the seven-headed beast, with St. John and the angel on a cloud, 1523

Today I walked out to Henderson for class. Everyone thought I was nuts for walking for three hours, but I’ve always liked walking and I value having the space to think. 
We had a studio visit to Judy Millar’s space, where she talked about her practice, what motivates her—all in relation to our studio brief, which is about place. It’s a brief that’s incredibly relatable on a personal level, so in complete contrast to every other semester at art school ever, I’ve actually been researching, making work and doing shit, not last-minute.
Hearing Judy talk was incredible. She’s articulate, intelligent, she fights to make decisions she’s comfortable with, she’s independent as fuck, and she’s critical and considered. Her life is her work, her work is her life—she doesn’t go a day without painting, she takes risks, she weighs up every choice she makes—choices she makes very consciously. She talked a lot about the field that we’ve all chosen to be a part of—it’s not a field that’ll ever make excessive amounts of money. It’s not a field that has a singular ‘career’. It’s a field that can be isolated, it can be lonely, it can be really hard. Acknowledging that is important, I think, and it’s good to hear from a successful artist—it’s stressful being interrogated by adults who want to know ‘where will this take you? What could your paintings ever do for you, where could you ever go with them?’ because, being entirely truthful, I don’t know. I don’t care. I don’t value making money, I don’t value recognition; give me hard criticism and the people I know and love any day. I don’t know what I’m going to do exactly, but my life is not going to be spent in institutions, it’s not going to be spent in fancy houses or in up-market neighbourhoods, it’s not going to be at a point where I don’t have to worry about finances. It’s going to be spent covered in paint, with limited heating if I have my way, with my books, doing whatever the hell I want, looking people in the eye when they ask me what I’m going to do with my life and saying ‘I have no fucking clue, and that’s the way I prefer it.’
Success for me entails being at peace with what goes on in my own head, doing what I love, and not sacrificing any ethics, morals or values I have for anything. That’d be enough.




  • falling asleep on someone’s chest
  • wrapping your arms around each other
  • synching heartbeats and breathing slowly
  • falling asleep in big t-shirts and underwear
  • forehead kissies and murmured affections
  • naps
This cat though 

/ 1 2 3 4 5 / +