I went to fancy galleries and was expecting to stay there and watch people, but I left. I said hi in a couple I know people. I should know more people in more I guess. I do not know many art world people.
I went to galleries souther and talked with artists alone in theitr studios. Marbelized plastics. Nifty stuff. And many art I am not impressed with.
I had many art ideas and wrote them down.
I was sad to see that the direct personal art vendors were kicked out of pioneer square. But happy to see them with more space in occidental square. Why am I not there?
Ran into friends. And ex-friends. Got invited to things. More art ideas for product and process.
Went to a person’s place. Some nice peopel there I know. Watched some video I am in a little. Gave CDs of photos to some people. Pretty pictures.
Talked with a very nice cutie who I have invited over in the past. She has never been over. She was very friendly and seemed happy to talk to me. That made me feel happy. She says she wants to come over. She is a person I have a positive reaction to. I wanted to grab her but I did not because I to not know her very well. It is her birthday today. She is a cancer.
Played peekaboo with a little dude. He is funny and likes to clap. He is not even 2.
Drove up north to another place. A birthday party. Host was happy to see me. Introduced me heavily. Hmmm… odd to be me.
I caused some fun conversations. Good to save folks from the fairly limited topics of that crowd.
Later chicka who I had past closer friendship with showed up. She is nice and strange. I will see her again soon in a far away place.
I felt odd. I had been drinking energy drinks most of the night.
I lost a bet about the latitude of ontario and now owe someone a pint of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. It turns out, that occording to the judge who used a low accuracy globe to measure that ontario lowest latitude does reach southerner than the most northern part of California. She was so sure that I figured I might be wrong, but it is fun to bet anyway. Weee! I get to pick the flavor.
Odder and odder mood as I left there. Took the long long way home.
Drive through downtown. Strange evening of art high and low.
I called and visited with my friend who lives downtown. It has been 6 months or a year since I saw him. He was the same. He is polite and we have old jokes we tell each other. Watched him shoot up. I feel nautious now. My heart hurts thinking about him. No chick there this time. We said some of the things we say. I skipped saying a lot. I left. Should I not judge him? I do. He knows he is not welcome in my house. He knows I am his friend. His energy drains off away from him. He seems stable. Dark circles under his eyes don’t change. Maybe I have some myself. Maybe he has his judgements of me, but we did not exchange those tonight.
Driving thought downtown. Taxis. Drunks. Pretty party people leaving bars.
This evening was just like some other some time before.
I guess it is ok. I guess all the time we have passes away. We all fit within our age. Sometimes part of a drunken nation fighing drunk with power on the street until…..
the analogy breaks down.
Art and pain, I was part of neither tonight. I just float among them. Listen and see.
I will go to sleep seeing the pretty things I saw tonight.
I hope I have nice dreams in my big empty bed.

Tommorrow is independance day. I live mostly independant. Hmmm… I guess. maybe not.
Hard to say.
I live sleepy now, so I will live the sleep.
There were some smart things I thought about tonight. But now I forgot them.

I need to paint tommorrow. MUST PAINT. Places I go I should alwasy bring good drawing stuff. Hands must always seek to make good shapes.
I saw shapes in art galleries. There are many interesting and powerful shapes I never draw. Hundreds maybe.
I need to figure out what shapes are powerful in the perception.

Musing.

Today a good day.

I sat in a gallery I am showing in. A goddess came to visit me. Looked at art. I took notes. Sat and painted with water color crayons and pencils with her for a while. Then I sat and kept painting while chatting with the people coming by the gallery.
People say so many things. So many things about art and politics.
Phil F. oriented me to the workings of the gallary. Many things. Complex system. So hard to make so many people work together and keep things going. Mostly it seems to work because of all the work he does.

A few people dropped by the gallery.Met then and chatted. Weird people.
Weird views.

Evening:
Cutie muse came over to amuse me.
She is nice. Gave me good muse advice. I cranked out some stuff in new styles under her influence.
She made some good art too, And some we worked on together.
I was in an odd mood. Not very gentle.

Listening to music now. Must sleep soon. Big days tommorrow.
Marrrage to perform. Limos to ride in.
Since my little camera died I will get no photos of it.
Perhaps someone else will.

Megan cleaned the kitchen today. It looks super fabulous. I am very very happy about it.
It is hard for me to ask for anytone to do anything for me so I am glad she did that.
I don’t want to live in a messy place, though I don’t seem inclined to do anything to work against it.

I feel odd when I talk to these people who do not know me. They react to me. I cannot tell what they think., The more relaxed I am, the more there are sudden times when I see their eyes and view. Curious.
Arg! I should take a vow of silence.

Overall…. a good day for art, and therefore a good day.