September 22, 2014 8:59 pm
I loved 2014, but when I look back, all I see is a blur.
My wife and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary—I still can’t believe it’s been over a year. My novel Two Performance Artists was finally published (finally!!), closing a chapter on an epic 15-year journey. Our cross-country book tour from LA to NY was a huge success, with encouraging bookstore turnouts, performances in 18 cities, and 2 book awards along the way. “Kidnapping As Art,” my survey of artists who’ve kidnapped audiences as performance art, was picked up by MIT Press’s Journal of Performance And Art for publication in January, 2015. Headlining the final 5x5x5 show at the Sylvia White Gallery in Ventura—one of California’s longest-running performance art series in recent memory—was a knockout honor. And of course, learning I’d been plagiarized by Shia LaBeouf—and then getting my revenge in L.A.—was the most wild ride of all.
As much as I loved these adventures, I have a nagging feeling that this train is only just starting to pick up speed—that all of the hard work and dreams that came true in 2014 are really the coal I now need to be shoveling like crazy into the firebox, stoking the flames even harder than before to maintain momentum. But with the past year feeling ephemeral and so long ago already, the coal vanishes like smoke on my shovel, and terror sets in that the engine might start to slow. Am I making sense at all? Is this proof that I’m a workaholic? Or that I’m destined to always be obsessed with new ideas and new ideas for ideas and…?
With the hope that my dreams will continue coming true, I’ve worked out my New Year’s resolutions for 2015 in advance, dear Universe, in the off chance that you’re still tenderly looking out for me:
1. Travel more with my amazing wife—I am so, so lucky. 2. Curate a killer, old school, sorely needed performance art show at a cutting-edge L.A. gallery. 3. Find an agent/producer excited to option Two Performance Artists. 4. Get back to L.A. culture-jamming with my performance troupe of idiots, Wet The Hippo. 5. Write my first one-man show. 6. Finish half of my Master’s degree. 7. Finish my second screenplay. 8. Learn to meditate. 9. Mix a perfect Sazerac.
Maybe 2015 will be less of a blur, now that I’ve got it all planned out. Right? Hahaha.
How about you?