KELSEY ROSE

Kelsey met me and my friend, Martha, at the de Young Museum in San Francisco on a rainy day this past April. Sitting in the Turrell skyspace in the museum’s garden, we chatted about our shared obsession with land art, living in a city, working in the art world, friends, family, and of course food. In spending a few hours that day with Kelsey, it was immediately clear to me that she is genuine in a way that you don’t often find in others. Though we had never met while Kelsey was in New York for a summer working at both MoMA PS1 and Pace Gallery, I felt more like old friends than new acquaintances who had recently gotten in touch and decided to go see art together on my vacation and her day off. Kelsey has since moved from San Francisco to Los Angeles and has been telling me about her transition, what she had expected and what has transpired that was unexpected in this new stage in her life as she settles in and finds a home, at least for a little while.

You have moved a lot in recent years. How has that affected your life?

I just relocated myself to Los Angeles about six months ago. I lived in Brooklyn for a summer when I was 22, and traveled frequently between NYC and Arizona over a two year period because of a long-distance relationship that thankfully now isn’t long-distance. I also lived in San Francisco and Oakland last year. 

While I crave trying new things and traveling to places that are foreign to me, I need a sense of comfort in my home-life in order to feel whole and stable. Moving every four months or so has robbed me of that sense of comfort, but at the same time, moving has always made me feel like I am progressing and becoming a stronger individual. When I decided to move out of San Francisco, I made a promise to myself to pick a city and stick with it for a while, and I chose Los Angeles, and Los Angeles has been tough on me so far. I’ve only been here half of the year, but the transition was rougher than the ones I have had in the past. I think it’s mostly due to my discomfort about the apartment I am living in, my lack of creative studio space, the difficult with finding employment, and the loss of a loved one. I am slowly finding my way here though and I think my year of being 24 so far has been the most difficult year yet because of these challenges. I honestly do believe that things are improving and I’m very much excited for whatever this sprawling city has in store for me.

How has your life now been shaped by the decision to move to LA and stay for a bit? 

I chose Los Angeles because of its massive arts culture and the idea that I could explore the city for years and years and probably not even scratch it’s surface. I am constantly in the mode of discovery and don’t feel satisfied if I live in a small place, which is the main reason why I left both Phoenix and San Francisco. I also had hopes of finding an art-related job here in Los Angeles, but I am learning that it is an extremely competitive and slow process here in LA. I have two Bachelor’s degrees - one in Art History and one in Museum Studies - so I would normally tell people that I’m an “Art Historian in the making” but it seems like I have put an unintentional pause on that. I expected by 24 to already be advancing past an entry-level art position, but I am learning new forms of patience and trying not to be hard on myself about my lack of immediate success in finding a job in the arts. I think my luck in New York City lead me to an unrealistic image of how my art career would pan out, but I am not giving up.

I just started volunteering at the Museum of Contemporary Art LA a few weeks ago and I finally feel like I’m making some sort of professional progress here in the art industry. I’m helping educators give tour guides to children K-12 in the Contemporary Art Start program and so far it has allowed me to be around an impressive permanent collection, an extremely kind education staff, and the surprisingly knowledgable opinions from children about art. So far I love being a part of the tours with the younger children because they aren’t afraid to speak their minds yet and they have the most clever conclusions about the art that I would never come to on my own.

I’m impressed with your perseverance and your perspective in acknowledging that your success might not be immediate or happen in the way you originally envisioned it would. How have you been navigating those experiences? 

I have always put an unnecessary amount of pressure on myself to succeed, especially in regards to my career, but I am learning that our generation altogether is struggling. I’m trying to put my rejections into perspective and realize that I’m not the only person my age who is having these frustration experiences. I think talking to my peers has helped me be more realistic about  and I try to be there for anyone I know who is struggling with success in the same way that I am. I started a rejection letter collection from museums and galleries and now it has become sort of a silly thing for me – as if I’m saving these little bits of sorrow for later when I am hopefully more successful and can look back and realize that I’ve worked really hard to get where I am. I know that I am still in a stage of building myself and my identity, and rejection is a step I have to take to find the perfect path.

So, I found a retail job here in Los Angeles with the most supportive owners in the universe. I am convinced that their sweetness and understanding has come into my life at the perfect time and I am thankful to be working with them. I make ceramics in my free time and have been busy with some very exciting wholesale orders, which is allowing me to channel all of this restless creative energy somewhere! It’s also teaching me so much about running a small business.

How did you get into ceramics?

I enrolled in a Japanese Art History course in 2012 and I can remember, vividly, the moment when my professor showed us a slide of this beautiful ceramic tea bowl. I went home that afternoon and researched it further and the internet brought me down this never-ending path of ceramic history. I decided to take a community art class focusing on ceramics a few months later because I just had this feeling that I absolutely had to get my hands on some clay. I made a few pieces in class, but felt dissatisfied by the lack of wheel-throwing I got to do, so I quickly purchased my own wheel. 

By that time, I had moved to Oakland and I spent my days off each week furiously throwing and driving to a nearby studio to fire. A store in Brooklyn by the name of Spina (now Homecoming) contacted me out of the blue about a wholesale order and I’ve been operating as a very small business ever since. I initially wanted my website to be the only means of selling my work because it felt more controlled and intimate, but now I am only completing wholesale orders for shops and it has gotten pretty busy. Finding time to work on projects with short deadlines while working multiple jobs and long hours is tough, but not having a space to work and having to relearn the materials and studios each time I have moved have proved to be the most challenging aspects. Ideally, I want a main source of my time and income to be ceramics-based, but I don’t have the resources in Los Angeles just yet. Much like my transition to LA has been slowly progressing, so has my ceramic practice.

What is your relationship to art? 

I can’t seem to pinpoint an exact moment that defines the beginning of my art obsession, I think it’s just an innate part of myself as a person. I was always most enamored by art classes in school and my mom tells stories of my art teachers mentioning to her that I had a creative gift. I used to wake up two hours early before elementary school just so I could watch craft shows and get ideas for projects which were mostly clay related. I always enjoyed going to museums as a child and that definitely heightened as I got older. Now I find them to be my own sort of sanctuary, a place where I can hang out with the artists who I strangely feel connected to after reading and studying their lives and work. 

During my first semester of college I took an introductory art history course as one of my electives and instantly fell in love with it. Knowing the story behind objects and paintings made me hungry for more information and I soon found myself transferring universities to a better suited art history program. During that first semester of art history classes, I learned about Smithson's Spiral Jetty and it never occurred to me, as an 18-year-old, that artists could envision such massive forms and manipulate the earth like that. And also get away with calling it art! It has been a life goal of mine to walk on Spiral Jetty and I have been planning a land art road trip that I hope to finally make happen this spring.

How do you learn about or experience art?

Art, for me, gives me this feeling of vastness and possibility no matter how insignificant the artist or how small the work. In school the professors always taught us that each piece of art has a “right answer” in regards to what the artist intended it to represent, but I think that whole way of teaching is limiting. I don’t believe that any piece of art work has one particular meaning, even if the artist did intend for it to be that way. I always believe that an artwork can be interpreted in hundreds of different ways and it is up to the spectator to put his or herself into the art and figure out what it means for them personally. Once the art leaves the artist’s studio, the initial meaning and purpose of the object immediately dissolves and evolves. I think that’s why it feels spiritual to me. When I’m standing in front of a piece of art in a museum or gallery, my mind wanders in so many directions that I feel like I lose myself. I get into this zone of thinking about the art’s material properties, I question the process the artist may have taken to create it, I start to think about what the artist’s emotions might have been like while they were in the process of creation, and I start to relate it to experiences from my reality. Sometimes this takes me a few seconds, and other times I could stand staring for an hour. I’m a sensitive person and art seems to engulf me.

Do you have any heroes?

I always think that my grandparents on my mom’s side of the family are my heroes. The two of them were born in South America and immigrated separately to New York in their early 20’s. It was fate that they met and formed a wonderful family. I think that what they did – leaving everything they knew behind and learning a new language and culture – was so incredibly fearless and I’ve tried to carry their brave attitudes with me. My Nana unexpectedly passed away this month and I think that has heavily shifted and shaped my year as a 24-year-old. Nobody can compare to that woman, in my eyes! My mom is someone who I love endlessly and she has taught me so much about the importance of being a nice, caring human being. 

Family has always been incredibly important to me, but I let education and work get in the way of them in the past. Now that we have collectively lost someone so dear to us, it has placed my focus on them above all else in my life. No matter how unsure I am about my place in this world as a 24 year old, I have my family, I have my boyfriend and friends, and I have art to lift my spirits. I think I will dedicate my walk on Spiral Jetty to my beautiful Nana, she would have loved to see it!

That sounds like a really beautiful way to honor her.

I’ve been extremely lucky to not have had to experience pain in this way for the first 23 years of my life. My Nana was a woman who had been a very important part of my life since my birth. She has always acted as a second mother to me and I take after her in startling ways. Her death has been heart-shattering to me and I have thought about it every day since. I am a very light-hearted and giggly person, and it has made it difficult for me to experience joy in the same way, but I am repairing myself slowly. With all of these moving and career struggles that have occurred since I turned 24, I thought that my life situation couldn’t get any more stressful, but losing her has diminished all of my other concerns. It will alter the way that I live forever and I will never forget to love everyone I know unconditionally.

anonymous asked:

Amy/Rose Superheroes AU?

you are the best for sending me an amy/rose prompt, okay?

1) No one knows why she goes by Bad Wolf. It seems like an odd name for a superhero but even when someone gets a chance to ask she just shoots them a mysterious smile and doesn’t answer. (The villains she faces have no question as to why she chose her name. They see her feral lupine smile in all it’s glory right before she takes them out, see the ruthlessness in her golden eyes that tells them that she might be a hero but that doesn’t mean she’s good.)

2) No one question the name of the ginger superhero that showed up in London a year after Bad Wolf came onto the scene. Siren was as beautiful and as dangerous as her name implied, luring people in with her looks and charm only to take them down without breaking a sweat because they didn’t expect anything of substance from her.

3) Bad Wolf’s power is one to be feared, not just because of what she can do but because no one has seen its like before, no one understands it. She manipulates time, stretching and shrinking spans of seconds, spinning it in the shapes that she desires and using it as a weapon against those who endanger her city. When she calls on her powers her entire body glows gold and her eyes look like molten pools of the precious substance.

4) Siren’s power is terrifying as well. In the most basic sense it is telekinesis but it was a kind that hadn’t been seen before. Where most with similar powers could move objects, Siren could move people, could control their motions like they were puppets, could control the beat of their heart in their chest.

5) They both acted as deterrents to crime in London once word started circulating in criminal circles that neither of them were necessarily hindered by the strict moral code that most heroes abided by. They didn’t give second chances and if they thought they were doing the right thing, they would smile while they took you to pieces.

5) Rose Tyler and Amelia Pond met at a coffee shop. Amy was a barista and Rose a regular customer and they hit it off. Amy would spend her breaks sitting at Rose’s table, flirting heavily. Rose waited around until she got off shift and took her out for chips. They were walking hand in hand to the tube station when someone attacked them. Caught off guard, Amy and Rose both immediately tapped into their powers to protect themselves and each other. Rose slowed time around their attacker so they’d have time to escape while Amy just stopped his movements altogether.

6) Slowly, they turned to face each other shocked at this turn of events. They knew each other by reputation but had never met before. They weren’t fazed though, simply traded sharp smiles before Amy pulled Rose in for a fierce kiss. They just walked away from their attacker after that, knowing he’d unfreeze in a few minutes once they were far enough away.

7) After that it wasn’t unusual for Siren and Bad Wolf to team up against large-scale opponents. There was a media frenzy the first time it happened, everyone talking about how the two most prominent female superheroes had joined forces and what a good message it sent.

8) There was another huge media frenzy when a picture was snapped of Bad Wolf and Siren snogging each other in the aftermath of a battle.

anonymous asked:

“You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good” rose/ doctor au

Okay i was thinking about writing Eight/Rose fic with this prompt the other day but ultimately decided not to so i’m gonna do this as eight/rose instead :)

1) John got home from an emergency double shift at the hospital ready to fall asleep and stay that was as long as he possibly could. He slid the key in the lock, already dreaming about his pillows, and was alarmed to discover that his door was already unlocked. He was positive that he locked it before leaving but he supposed he technically could have forgotten.

2) He cautiously entered his flat, looking for anything out of the ordinary. He didn’t have to look far, there was a blonde woman that he’d never seen before in his life asleep on his couch. His cat, Jasper, was curled up on her stomach. The only acknowledgement that he had entered was Jasper raising his head and blinking slowly at him before closing his eyes again, apparently completely content with sleeping on this stranger.

3) Rubbing a hand over his face, John detoured the kitchen and put the kettle on. He needed tea before he dealt with any of this. As soon as it was made he reentered the sitting room and took a seat in the arm chair, trying to decide the best course of action.

4) He was halfway through his cuppa when the blonde stirred. Without opening her eyes she threw her arm over her face, obscuring it, and then rasped out a question, directed at a “Martha” asking if she’d made her a cuppa as well because her head was killing her. And then questioned when exactly she’d gotten a cat.

5) When John answered that Jasper had been here a lot longer than she had and that he might make her a cuppa if she knew how she took her tea and if he knew who she was and what she was doing in his flat, she quickly took her arm off of her face and whipped her head around to see him.

6) The sudden movement caused her to groan and Jasper fussed at her for moving too much before resettling himself in a slightly different position without letting her up. The woman introduced herself as Rose and sheepishly admitted that she must have broken into the wrong flat while she was drunk.

7) John asked why she was breaking into flats in the first place and she just explained that she’d gone out drinking with an old friend who was back in town after spending a few months away and since she was a lot closer to Martha’s place than her own she figured she’d just crash there. She’d forgotten the key to her friend’s flat though and used some…questionable skills she’d picked up from her friend Jack to pick the lock…on the wrong flat.

8) John considered her and her story for a moment before commenting that he should probably call the police but he was too tired to deal with them and Jasper seemed to like her so she couldn’t be too bad. He told her she could stay on the couch and sleep off the rest of her hangover while he got some sleep himself.

9) When he woke up he could smell food cooking in the other room and it took a moment for him to remember that there was someone else in his flat. He pulled on a t-shirt and went out to the kitchen, finding Rose making eggs and toast. She grinned at him saying that it was the least she could do for breaking into his flat and becoming his cat’s new favorite. (Jasper was indeed twining around her legs and he watched as the cat followed her around as she moved about the kitchen). He found himself liking her as much as his cat did as they ate and talked.

10) An hour after she left John found a note stuck to his fridge with her name and number and a promise to take him out to get chips sometime if he wanted since he’d already eaten the one meal she was capable of cooking. Continued repayment for the loan of his couch, it said. He turned it over and saw the little note she left on the back that said it could also be a date if he wanted.

11) He called her that evening to tell her that he very much wanted it to be a date.

Hipster Profile #4

Name: Kelsey Rose (co-writer of “TIMES WHEN I FEEL LIKE A DIRTY HIPPIE (BONNAROO EDITION)”)

Horoscope Sign: Libra

Occupation: College graduate, Pediatric Clinic Intern

Location: Edina, MN

1) If someone wandered into my closet, not knowing it was mine, they would probably think that I was an 80 year old grandma.

2) If someone stole my purse, they would find… My wallet, a lipstick, 3 chapsticks, a disposable camera, trail mix, hand sanitizer, a Bonnaroo map/schedule, a WGRE pen, 3 bobbypins, my Bonnaroo wristband, 2 boxes of matches, 1 pack of American Spirits, a lighter, a portable ashtray (don’t worry it hasn’t been used), aviators, and a headband made by kids in Nicaragua.

3) A music artist that no one knows about, but probably should: Kitty Daisy & Lewis.

4) Number one place outside of the U.S. that I want to go to: Greece.

5) Favorite movie that no one knows exists, but me and a select few: Wristcutters: A Love Story

6) Three favorite works ever created: (this can include a mixture of writing, painting, drawing, sculpture, music, plays, movies, poems, toe nail clippings, etc. Any artistic creation, but you can only chose three) Music by Debussy and Chopin, Dirty Dancing.

7) What’s your deal? (Like, who are you?) I’m a realistic dreamer: idealistic with love and realistic with life. I’m a thrifty, creative, science nerd. I may seem quiet at first, but it’s because I prefer to think before I speak. What I value most in life is my relationships with people, so I try to build my life on that.

8) Two shameless brags. I’m really good at piano. I just went to Bonnaroo and saved $310 by being a volunteer.

9) Something you wouldn’t usually tell a group of people upon first meeting them. After I watched the movie “The Borrowers” as a kid, I got scared when I was home alone because I thought little people were going to crawl out of the woodwork and tie me up.

10) What you want most right now at this very moment. (hot dog, hair cut, world peace) I’d say a real hair cut and a boyfriend are tied for first.

ten-and-a-rose asked:

Doomsday Tuesday makes me very melancholy. :`( But in a good way. I've always wondered about the way they played that moment when Rose said 'and the baby' and then hesitated just long enough for that LOOK to cross his face - it was such a fantastic multi-layered look and I always wonder about all of the various things DT conveyed with it. I wonder about all the things the Doctor would have been thinking...

Doomsday sad but in a good way somehow! (that might just be me because i love the episode so much though)

But yeah, chocolatequeennk was talking about that bit of the conversation the other day so I’ve thought about it recently! It was definitely the look of someone who thought the woman he loved might be pregnant with his child and god, if she had said it was her, he probably would’ve tried to get to her, dimensional walls and fractured universes be damned. He was already on the edge and I think the knowledge that there was a child, their child involved in it, a child he would never be able to see, that would have tipped him over the edge.

There’s just so much meaning in that look and so many things and interpretations and ideas that can be teased out of it and it’s wonderful.