Yesterday was an incredible day. Very incredible. And really for little reason, which I kinda enjoy.
I had a great mood all day. If I were a Disney character, my own little happy ray of sunshine would have been following me around all day. And I am not even medicated.
A friend had a gallery opening on the trashing edge of the cross-roads. I liked the show. A couple pieces captivated me the entire time. The focus was on the Leather Underground. She write a show statement detailing her viewpoint and history. The photos were a view into the leather experience before the internet, before digital effects made everything perfect. The places and people were anonymous. I hope it was well received.
While there I ran into some artists from my building, from my floor actually. They were heading back to another gallery and they invited me along. Very glad I went. The man is a touch crazy, but the place is way cool. Initial response…? He wants to talk about me joining an erotic show in the Spring. Yeah.
(But, just to say, my ray of sunshine was bopping along well before this tidbit.)
The upper floor of the place, which doubles as his office and home, was sooooooooo close to the feel and energy of Shortbus.
Honest.
Well, it was missing the nudity and the sex, but I don’t think any of the gathered crowd would have minded if it knocked on the door.
Almost the entire crowd drinks more than I do on my heaviest day. I will have to watch that. Some drama turned ugly at the end and I just quietly slipped out the door. I did not wish to associate myself or my image in someones head with the rising tone.
My studio neighbor swears he will love – and move – my stuff. Living in KCMO, I do not think I will have the option to wait for the sane, sober art dealer that handles big veiny penises…
I think it might be time to start moving and shaking.
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