MIKI JOHNSON // artist profile
All Photos by Peter Konerko for @ This Stage Magazine
Pain, depression, sadness, candy, animals, anima, animus, cake, TV, movies, music, my family (mother, father, sister, cousins, aunts and uncles), neighbors, my morning commute, my evening commute, sleeping, dreaming, marijuana, macaroni and cheese, anxiety, my couch, being away from my couch, hot weather, cold weather, loss, love, sex, lack of sex, Pozzo and Lucky, delivery people.
I’ve been a little uninspired lately. Being new to L.A. is sometimes inspiring — not always in the most positive sense, sometimes in the most positive sense. Music, NPR, the heat, my cats, TV… just watched Game of Thrones all the way through — killer. Watching 30 Rock for the first time — hilarious. I don’t know… sleep is always an inspiration.
I don’t know. I really don’t. Maybe a veterinarian. Or a farmer.
Shorter. And in Ohio with my mom and dad and sister. It was both wonderful and rough.
I’m new to this particular community and so am still finding my way locally. My TV family at Hell on Wheels; Echo Theater; my neighbors, Anna and Jamel — brilliant artists I went to Yale with; and my composer friend Ryan Kattner from the band Man-Man… I guess those are my closest art pals at the moment.
Samuel Beckett, then… too many actors to list, too many musicians to list, animals — particularly cats and dogs, but all of them, too many stand-up comics to list, and my mom.
“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.” – Picasso
I want to write stuff that cracks people up – maybe a movie or maybe TV or maybe a play or maybe a book… I don’t know… been doing dark stuff for some time now. Time for a chuckle.