Watercolor on paper, 9″ x 11″, 2014.
Days Inn Atlanta. Going to keep it straight and to the point. I checked in, room is definitely outdated and so is the plumbing. Toilet leaked whenever you flush it. Later on I found 2 hypodermic needles hidden in different spots of the room and a drug baggie on the floor behind the chair. The place is an extended stay basically. I heard rats scurrying around which is disgusting. Other then that there is basically no tv channels and whatever channels that do work are fuzzy. The internet reception is horrible. The only people who are going to say this place is nice are people bringing prostitutes and possibly strippers back from the strip club next door.
Travel Inn Phoenix AZ. – This place is disgusting.
The internet did not work, there was no alarm clock, the TV remote did not work, there was food crumbs on the floor, food (or blood) splatter on the wall, the blanket looked like it was from 1960, there was a solid layer of dog hair on the carpet, AND there was a 4″ women hoop earring in the bed!
“Stains all over carpet , blood splatter in our room and on carpet , guy at front desk ohhhh I believe you. wtf!!! Never judge the place by a 30 foot look through a door at a pool.” – TripAdvisor
“Scary, dirty, only two channels on the tv-Porn or Chinese language tv. The neighborhood is scary. If you have to stay near the airport, it would be worth the extra money to stay at another hotel, or just sleep at the airport.” – Google Reviews
“We just needed a place to crash, while our heater got fixed
we are locals and learned the hard way about this place
first of, the place is so unsecure, the doors are very flimsy…not a clean place… to place your head on the pillows, no!!!… and when my honey decided to place one of the chairs against the door, to make me feel a bit more secure in the room, what comes out from under the chair, about 50 condoms!!! at least they were still wrapped.
but that was it for me… we just stormed out.” – TripAdvisor
New Painting. From a new series based on disastrous hotel reviews on Yelp and Trip Advisor. This poor traveler from Japan had their NYC Midtown hotel forcibly broken into. Translation: There was evidence that a burglar broke in. And the door hasn’t been fixed yet.
National anthems are meant for monumental surroundings: diplomatic visits, military parades and international sporting events. But what happens when an ordinary citizen is displaced from these environments and asked to sing their own national anthem without additional stimuli or fanfare? The effects of such an isolating experience is carefully and sensitively catalogued on film in The National Identity Project. Originally screened at the Brooklyn Museum, this film penetrates layers of self-reflexive contexts of nationalism, freedom of expression and personal pride. Filming against a controlled, neutral backdrop, subjects are exposed to an unusual psychological channel; one in which singing a stripped-down national anthem of their country of origin (not necessarily their current domicile) forces a reconsideration of their own social, political and cultural values as well as those of a larger audience. The solo acapella performances of songs which instill emotions ranging from peaceful passion to extremist rage or from collective trauma to fond nostalgia fundamentally changes the usage, reception and execution of such a wide-reaching creative gesture as a pledge or outcry of allegiance.
watercolor on paper, 9″ x 12″, 2014.
“Filthy bathroom. Mold on the tiles. The drain from the shower upstairs leaked through the ceiling of the shower in our room (see photos). We checked out early because of the dirty conditions of the room.”