Wow time flies … this week has been so PACKED I haven’t had much time to sit down and write. Of course that’s when I start getting a lot of creative ideas. I just wrote an editorial … to be published under a psydonym in the Pheonix. Stay tuned for that one.
Hunny has an art opening tomorrow night, so he’s been working on it pretty much every night. He’s still not back right now (11:30pm). It’s a collaborative show, using text, poetry, and painting to show the evolution of the relationship of the two artists. He will be performing spoken work tomorrow night at the Resonance Center at the opening. Unfortunatley, this is the last show at the lower Genesee Street location until further notice … the R.C. is moving. We’re not sure where to yet.
They had a fund raising auction last Saturday, which was more fun than I’ve had in a while. We ended up dropping $125 on an original Adam Spiridilozzi piece …. worth every penny that could’ve bought groceries and paid our phone bill this month. If I had a camera I would post it here. The painting has taken the most prominent place in our apartment, in the living room as soon as you walk in.
Then come the flies. The kitchen is a mess, a mish mash of half diced onion, garlic peels, dirty dishes and empty condiment bottles as we paw around for remenants that can be assembled into a meal. Neither of us have been around at the same time this week for meal times, and with our various odd eating proclivities, the flies have been having a field day. I washed half the dishes yesterday on N’s promise that he would do the other half … in the meantime they’ve doubled again.