Went with Y to the Opening of Homme Gallery in Echo Park, where Overpass afterhours club used to be. It was a well curated show with artist such as John Paul Fauves, Mike Dargas, Justin Bower and the Popovy sisters. After the show Y and I ubered to Black Rabbit Rose for the jazz night, hosted by Fred Durst. We got dropped off in front of No Vacancy, and walked down to the entrance for BBR. On the way, outside the Thai food express window restaurant I stop Shaughnessy Brown, a stunning persona from New York I have been noticing in the past year. After passing her I decided to backtrack and approach her. We ended up all going inside BBR together and just hanging out for most of the night until I left. When we went inside the jazz show, Shaughnessy jumped on stage and stole the show. If there's a modern day more refine version of Gia, it's Shaughnessy Brown.

Ty Joseph Shaughnessy Brown   Ty Joseph Shaughnessy Brown

Ty Joseph Shaughnessy Brown

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Picked up K and went to The Getty for yet another attempt to create content that I can post to my Instagram, as my previous content included parts of the exhibition that couldn't be posted, per bureaucratic restrictions. This time I was assigned parking on the top of the hill, which disappointed K as she wanted to go on the tramp. The restrictions on The Getty's behalf didn't leave me with any options, but include just the billboard for the current exhibitions. We took a few pictures using my Sony RX-1 in front of two different billboards, and found a shot that I was happy with before my battery, that I charge for ten minutes before I left the house, died. Afterwards we walk around a bit, seeing the exhibitions, and taking some more pictures on our phones. From the Getty we went to the restaurant at the Rancho Park Golf Course and had lunch. I had a burger and salad, and K had a veggie burger and sweet potato fries.   

Ty Joseph at The Getty September 2017

Picked up K, who has returned to LA from Little Rock on Sunday and went with her to an Urban Decay event downtown which she was helping promote. We didn't really know anyone at the event and nothing seemed too interesting, even though it seemed like they invested quite a good amount of money into an In-N-Out food truck, open bars, free tattoos, and some other attraction for the usual LA event goers - which in the case of this one had substantially more girls than guys. At one point I decided to start taking pictures, and used the opportunity to stand in line behind a girl who looked interesting and eventually took a good amount of photos of her. She super photogenic and looked amazing in every picture. Her name is Sierra Swartz, and turns out that she is one of the survivors of the Isla Vista 2014 massacre. She was shot at by Elliot Rodger but managed to escape and enter one of the neighborhood houses. After our little photoshoot, K and I left and went to my place, where I gave her a little gift for our one year anniversary of knowing each other - a framed sheet of stamps of John F. Kennedy, with the riddle I tormented her with for a good two weeks, while she was trying to guess what I got her. It goes like this "What is forever twelve of thirty-five out of forty-five?". She even watched Die Hard 3, under my instructions, to try and figure it out, but alas, I had to give out the second part of the riddle, and by then it took her a quick search in Google to figure out what it was. Afterward we went to Cloak and Dagger. When it ended we got into a loud argument about photography (again...) outside the club and the entire street was staring at us. It just that I believe that any talented accomplished person with good people skills can be a good photographer and she think it requires some special abilities. One of her main points was that she knows a lot of bad photographers. Well, I tried to explain to her that all those bad photographers are also not accomplished individuals. I said that anyone who's famous can be a great photographer because people would be interested in their photos, and they can take photos of their famous friends, and those will be great photos, because famous people look good in photos.  

Sierra Swartz    Ty Joseph and Sierra Swartz

Today was the Downtown LA Art Walk reception at Gloria Delson gallery where I am showing five pieces at a group show. I took an Uber and picked up C, who I haven't been seeing too much of in the past few months, and got to the gallery around 7:30. I guess I was expecting more people, but then again, I don't think I could even handle the people that were there. I met Qathryn Brehm, the executive director of the Art Walk, who was very impressed with my work and insisted on me coming to the private event she is holding at the Gallery on the 27th for some corporate clients. A few more friends showed up and around 10 we left as a group, headed back to Hollywood to Dirty Laundry where our friend Tauhid Price was celebrating his birthday. There I mostly hung out with the daughter of the owner of Canter's Deli, Jennifer, who at some point manage to get me to dance, but I think it was only when I was against the wall, and her in front of me - buffering any potential embarrassment.

Ty Joseph GDCA Art Walk

I received an email from doctor Lee with my lab results from the blood work taken on August 9. The results indicated that my glucose levels are too high (pre-diabetes) and that my alkaline phosphates levels are too high (pre-liver faliure). But then I got to the very last line of the chart which has indicated that my iron levels are too low (post-vegetarian). I doubted the first two deviations but this last one seemed very peculiar as my diet consists of mostly meat and a good dose of vitamins. I then noticed that the name on the results wasn't mine - in fact it was a French name. But oddly enough the age and date of the test were consisted with mine. I emailed doctor Lee's office asking if they are sure these are my test results, and then texted K that my doctor sent me someone else's results. She asked if that person has aids. I told her about what he did have, and also his name. It turned out this person is K's previous booker at Wilhelmina and we officially concluded it by checking his birthday. I then received my actual results, which were all perfect except that my iron levels are too high, which I found very amusing. K was still "mind blown" by the fact that she knew the person who's results I received by error. I didn't think much it though, and told her that there are no more than three degrees of separation in LA's west side. In other words, any of my doctor's patient is connected to me by one person or less. This one just happened to be connected to me through K. I was glad my results were optimal as I was worried something was wrong because of some pain I was feeling for a few days in my abdominal area, which I thought could be my kidneys or my liver. I was also glad that I wasn't pre-diabetic.

I rented a U-haul and met Nick at the office in the morning to load in the paintings and everything else we prepared for Artopia. I drove the Uhaul to Union Station and Nick drove his car, carrying four 12' 2x4's that we used as a frame to hang the painting on and serve as a platform for the spot lights to extend from. Both me and Nick worked tirelessly from noon to seven to set everything up for the show and around that time we were only about 85% done. But I couldn't do anymore work and went to change to my show clothes. My very committed crew who now also included Hannah Gantt (originally K was suppose to work, but she was offered $100/hour elsewhere and sent Hannah instead), finished the other 15% and by 8 we were ready, even though people had started to walk in at 7. The effort was worth it. I was very happy with how the people around me performed, and my exhibit looked beautiful - and much more impressive than any of the other ones. The event brought in roughly 700 people, which was less than expected, but after such hard work, I didn't mind having less people, as I felt like just sitting and observing. Luckily some more friends who came and hung at our exhibit took the initiative to entertain the visitors and I was mostly sitting and observing. Grace and Nick were there with me for the loading out and by 1am we were all loaded out. Nick came over and we watched the recording of the fight between Mcgregor and Mayweather. We both predicted how the fight was going to pan out exactly how it did. I didn't care much for the fight nor the solar eclipse earlier this week - the two most talked about events since the presidential election. I feel that people should be more original with the things they care for or entertained by but I guess the search for a common denominator is just too great. Especially now days when our country is so divided.  

Ty Joseph Nick Kantarelis Artopia    Ty Joseph Artopia

  Ty Joseph Grace Guo Artopia

I create art with no shock value, because there is no value in shock. Shock is cheap.

A great deal of art in Los Angeles is turning fiction into reality.

For the most part, I stand behind my creativity, but sometimes I just have to sit in front of it.

I was invited to the Getty Museum to attend an event titled Happy Birthday Mr. Hockey so I asked C if he can go with me because K, who was originally suppose to go got a shoot booked in Little Rock, AR the day before and flew out Tuesday morning. I was commissioned to do some promotion for the Getty so my goal was to find a good picture to take and post it to my Instagram account. We arrived at the Getty a bit early to see the Hockney exhibition before going to the event, which was a conversation between people who have been associated with Hockney, in one way or another. There was no indication that Hockney himself is going to attend in any of the promotional material of the event. Then, as we enter the room of the exhibition, I immediately spot an interesting old man wearing a bright green cardigan and  holding a cane, and as soon as he turns towards us it becomes clear that David Hockney is here. Now, no photos were allowed at the exhibition room, so I was very unprepared and my phone camera set to take pictures in the dark in B & W. C and I approach Hockney and his partner Bing. Hockney immediately notices us, and we introduce ourselves although it is apparent that he is not hearing very well and is making generic responses - however Bing steers the conversation towards and a few insignificant details are being exchanged. I then ask if we can take a picture, and under the attempt to avoid being discovered by the security guard and trying to get it done fast, I left the flash on, and the first couple of pictures are a total disaster. C then attempted it again, but I left the settings still on manual with a slower shutter speed which resulted in a hazy picture. It was right at that time that Hockney was called to make his way to the auditorium where the event was taking place, and consumed with disappointment over the pictures, I miss my chance to fix the settings and take a picture of Hockney of my own. C and I ended up going to the Auditurium were the conversation took place. Even though my invitation was nested under 'press', we received the worse seats in the house, up in the mezzanine, as far as it gets. The conversation was rather tacky, but the moment they invited Hockney in took everyone in the crowd by surprise and the excitement was eminent. C and I later went to this new spot by the Houston brothers in Koreatown called Breakroom 86 - an 80's school themed karaoke club with a live band backing the armature singers. I stayed for an hour and took an Uber back home.

 Ty Joseph with David Hockney

I filled my appetite with only stories and no food, because I went to Dane Lee's pool party at his house and didn't want to feel bloated. I took Grace with me, and it was the first time we hung out outside of work. It was a pretty cozy pool party with Dane's close friends who I mostly knew, but also got to know a few new people and take their pictures. Most of our closer mutual friends were out of town, because in this time of year most people are on vacation from being on vacation. I found out that Grace smoked cigarettes. Later around 11:30 C and Brook picked me up and we went to Delilah's, for Jazz night. I saw Sierra Plowden there and she mentioned she was finally 21, which meant that I knew her maybe even from before she was 16. I left around 1 and went home to finish up some work I needed to get done for the next morning.

Ty Joseph

Ty Joseph    Ty Joseph

Ty Joseph

Ty Joseph   Ty Joseph

Someone told me "fill your appetite with stories, they last longer than a happy mean". I thought it was an excellent advise for a fat person like myself.

Went to the office to finish up some work, and specifically to put the Haring portrait in one of the two frames that Nick constructed the day before. Even though I was planning to stay late in the studio, but once I discovered that the painting was too big for the frame because Nick matched the size of the canvas to the outside of the frame instead of the inside, I got upset and decided to go out. I joined C at the Houdini Estate on Laurel Canyon for an event. I got there a bit after 8:30, just about an hour before it ended. We left the Estate around 10, planning to link up at Doheny Room with these two German girls we had just met there. We walked up Lookout Mountain Ave, and then Stanley Hills Dr. to C's car, when one of the neighbors stepped outside his house to attain to his barking dogs as another neighbor was walking his dog passing us on the road. The guy, who was yapping at his dog, noticed us, stepped outside his gate, started talking to us, and asked us about the event and if it was still going on. Somehow the conversation kept going and he invited us in for a beer. The guy turned out to be Danny Lohner, a very accomplished musician who had worked with Nine Inch Nails, Angels & Airwaves, Marilyn Manson and many more. We ended up staying at his house till 4 am. It turned out we knew some of the same people and shared some random commonalities, such as having the same birthday as C's and turns out they're both from the same place in Texas. It turned out to be an interesting night, gossiping about much of the stuff I used to be involved, or wanted to be involved with, during my days as a musician.

Ty Joseph Grammy

Grace told me I should watch La Grande Belleza, so I started watching it last week and little by little finished watching it tonight. It took me a few different attempts because I don't understand Italian and when it comes to subtitles, I get distracted and lose track fairly easily. It was definitely a nice movie to watch, because it holds great qualities and specifically great noir qualities which are hard to come by when combined with a coherent storyline. But what I really enjoyed was Rome, where the movie takes place. My one visit to Rome was pretty recently, in January of 2016, and what a powerful and impactful place. Its exquisiteness stretches to infinity and you cannot be, but jealous of its everlasting beauty. Rome, like Jerusalem, New-York, Paris, Athens and more, was once the center of the world. I like to think, and I hope, that Los Angeles will be remembered as the center of the world of the 21st century. To become the center of the world, a city has to have the circumstances that dictate world affairs - if in arts, politics, media or faith. But then maybe also money. LA's power lies in Money, because it dictates that people with money find what they're looking for, and people without money find people with money. LA is where the American dream is not taboo, but visible. Just like beauty is so visible in Rome. LA is to the 21st century what New-York was to the twentieth century - at least I hope, because it will need more than Money. It will need become a great beauty.

Had to get up very early to meet the people from LA WEEKLY at union station in preparation for this year's Artopia. At 8:30 we toured the very large and impressive hall to the left when you enter the station where the old original teller counter had been meticulously restored and public access is prohibited. I picked the spot where I am going to present my art and work on a painting in collaboration with the public during the event on August 26th. I always found union station very fascinating and an iconic symbol of west coast Art Deco architecture. There is something very magical when combining Art Deco and palm trees - as if palm trees held the secret of art deco design within them until it was discovered by humans. Anyways, Union Station and its surrounding El Pueblo were a reoccurring theme during my college years as part of my curriculum, so my familiarity with the aspects that make it such an incredible historic landmark keep accompany me, and now it brings me to the point where art meets with Union Station and I just find it very unique. I still haven't started to work on my piece for the show but I know if would have to do with Los Angeles and most likely more specifically with Union Station.

Ty Joseph Union Station