We saw some unspeakably bad art but I amused myself with an examination of how the various artists kept their paints and brushes. Some neatly and some not.
C, however, was quite taken with an installation by Melanie Fischer in her workspace. She had fashioned twisty “plants” of green material and set them on the floor, creating an eerie little forest in which one finds a swing. I admire C’s willingness to enter into the enchantment of a stranger’s dreamscape but I wasn’t sure about the functionality of the swing.
We walked by three ladies laughing the day away in the tiny corral in front of their seasonally decorated home. The one in the middle urged me to take their picture. The one in blue wasn’t having it.
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You'll have to teach me how to recognize bad art when I see it.
Spoken by someone who's a newbie.
What a jolly old hayseed C is. All he needed was an old crick to splash in to.
Little shop, little shop of horrors, bop-she-bop, little shop of terrors, call a cop, little shop of horrors oh, woh-oh-oh-o-oh.
Oh that Farmboy C!
He's fearless!
that C, what a free spirited boy he is. my mind just splashed into the gutter, seeing him on that swing.
aside from that, those tendrils of green took me back to a very terrible post-speed-run hallucination in which i envisioned things just like that coming out of the skin on my arm. eeeeeewwwwwwwwww :(
you are going to boston and i am green, green with envy.
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