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It's misty out...
Sep. 20th, 2001 08:52 am...and when you breathe your breath adds to it...
It's lovely to walk in this morning, but driving in it must be a royal pain.
My evening was pretty cool--I stopped off for dinner at Falafel King,
did a little shopping, hit the Lava Lounge to see what all the funky Miss Thangs are wearing lately and bought some black hair goop, and got to Gus Lucky's early.
A coffeeshop opened up next door, connected with CreArt...the stuff they have up on their walls right now is drop-dead lovely, beautiful large paintings done by Arabic women about their experiences. One piece that moved me specifically was a painted American flag with Arabic writing delicately mixed into the pattern...it was like filigree, so fragile and perfect and profound.
(There were scraps of English in as well if you looked close...looked like bits from the Koran about being kind to one another, taking care of each other. The piece took a *long* time to make, so it predated the attack on Tuesday.)
Georgia and Davora's works were up in the main gallery, and it was compelling to see their works together since they complimented each other so well. Rob brought in a painting he got from a thrift store that he'd painted abstracted Smurfs all over, and the blend of styles was very uhhhhh...interesting. (No, it was quite good.)He kept humming Pet Shop Boys stuff at me the whole time, the bastard... I brought my painting and a doll, and John had some Joeseph-Beuys-style jackets he'd been making from felt. It was a pretty quiet night; for the most part we just talked about things going on in our lives, or threw thins at Rob when he did some silly early-'80's bassline just to annoy me...
I got home, put things away, altered the new dress/tunic I bought, and put black streaks in my hair again. (They're subtle, but visible.) I've been thinking about the red streaks I used to have in front, and I may put those back in again later this fall.
Ms Eff, prattling on and on and on...*siigh*
It's lovely to walk in this morning, but driving in it must be a royal pain.
My evening was pretty cool--I stopped off for dinner at Falafel King,
did a little shopping, hit the Lava Lounge to see what all the funky Miss Thangs are wearing lately and bought some black hair goop, and got to Gus Lucky's early.
A coffeeshop opened up next door, connected with CreArt...the stuff they have up on their walls right now is drop-dead lovely, beautiful large paintings done by Arabic women about their experiences. One piece that moved me specifically was a painted American flag with Arabic writing delicately mixed into the pattern...it was like filigree, so fragile and perfect and profound.
(There were scraps of English in as well if you looked close...looked like bits from the Koran about being kind to one another, taking care of each other. The piece took a *long* time to make, so it predated the attack on Tuesday.)
Georgia and Davora's works were up in the main gallery, and it was compelling to see their works together since they complimented each other so well. Rob brought in a painting he got from a thrift store that he'd painted abstracted Smurfs all over, and the blend of styles was very uhhhhh...interesting. (No, it was quite good.)He kept humming Pet Shop Boys stuff at me the whole time, the bastard... I brought my painting and a doll, and John had some Joeseph-Beuys-style jackets he'd been making from felt. It was a pretty quiet night; for the most part we just talked about things going on in our lives, or threw thins at Rob when he did some silly early-'80's bassline just to annoy me...
I got home, put things away, altered the new dress/tunic I bought, and put black streaks in my hair again. (They're subtle, but visible.) I've been thinking about the red streaks I used to have in front, and I may put those back in again later this fall.
Ms Eff, prattling on and on and on...*siigh*
