It is presumptuous for me to flatter myself so greatly as to refer to Nicholas as my other half.
He is, however, my consummate soul mate, my dearest friend, and my greatest support.
Sequined saddle shoes are the new Ruby Slippers, from the boy who sits in his sixth floor LES walk up weaving collars from mops to The Wizard of Oz and gluing plastic hats to the soundtrack of Sister Act. His work is one in a million and he himself is even rarer of a find…
http://www.sundancechannel.com/sunfiltered/2010/02/soft-spots-half-a-house/
The Soft Spot video is finally released!
Director Cinematographer Editor: Ryan Dickie
Starring Sarah Kinlaw and Bryan Keller.
Art and Costume Direction: Molly Gottschalk
Headpieces by Savannah Wyatt
Props by Amanda Sussman Van Slyke
Clothing donated by Malin Landaeus
Very Special thanks: Katie Zinke
Lets make it viral!
I felt like a like a kid, as little as I was when I wrote the poem below:
I wish for a blanket to cover my toes
A fluffy white one is what I chose.
When I woke in the morning, to my surprise,
A blanket of snow,
A compromise!
Crafted from carbs and the loaves they loathe. Leave it to Nicholas Mendise to dress these society women with garments which, though never passing their lips, alternately have found themselves atop their haughty heads. Sourdough, tuscan, and pumpernickel à la Amy’s Bread, these loaves channel the famine of the great depression and, like peasants once standing in line awaiting rations of bread, wait patiently in queue to be photographed for editorial.
He is a genius, is he not?
Last night I unrolled my prints from the home they have become far too acquainted with, slipping them carefully out of a cardboard tube which, although dusty on the outside, was immaculately pristine beneath the several corrugated layers. With my hands encased in white cotton gallery gloves, I tacked my work to the walls of a Brooklyn basement where I felt both honored to present and genuinely privileged to be among the presence of such talented company. The surrounding images encompassed this small basement with an unapologetic sense of ownership; they spanned every surface of the space, extending, in places, to disperse across the ceiling. As a result, I too became engulfed with this overwhelming, unlimited, and unprecedented artistic energy which I have come to regard with permanence among my peers.
In the morning, I will return to the space to celebrate the success of the show and sip mimosas while also, inevitably, scrubbing the floors. A stroke of the sponge for the footprint of every soul who chose to show their support, and so I must confess, I do hope we are cleaning all day.
