I know its all been said before but wow! what a trip life can be!
I’m sorry not to have kept my fifteenth of the month commitment but the road exhausted me, then add in the holidays and months just flew by. Now I’m back on track so nxt mth you will find me here on time which
As most of you know I’ve been driving the coast with a van full of art, showing, collecting, selling, photographing, visiting friends, and making new ones- at a pace so fast it makes your eye blink seem slow. I have been cramming as much as humanly possible
The first stop was in Florida for Art Miami it was an amazing experience, the show sucked, but the conversations around my work were deep, insightful and just plain fun. I enjoyed connecting to new people who were full of freshness and good cheer. It was great to encounter the people and exchange in art seeing people really moved by my work without prompting.
“You got it
Wynwood Florida was crazy, – packed and at times overwhelming. For me to say that means it was trippy insane. Let me paint the scene-
Wynwoods Fl streets were closed to vehicles on the outskirts was impossible parking, the interior was
I had the idea to hire a rickshaw for the week. He was crazy and my companion screamed the whole ride- over- sidewalks, in between cars, people, down alleys, through restaurants, maintaining a speed of 35mph.
My companion kept asking where the seat belts were and I answered with, I don’t think you want to be attached to this thing when it all goes bad. By the second day, he took his leave into a drunken stooper that is when I realized how lucky it was to rent a suite that was a long walk to the perimeter of the event.
Along the way, I got a crash course in the goings-on of Art Miami. There were more people than Times Square on New Year’s Eve. The place was a continual non-stoped Party, fast-furious- moving to a beat of Pounding music from every genre, that vibrates your being so strong the air seemed non-existent causing small shallow breathing and taking over the place of personal space and heart rhythm, overwhelming one as if panic attack. This was a place where incidents slam experiential events like two garbage trucks moving at 5o MPH in a head-on crash, guided by Jersey barriers to stay contained in 20 city blocks. The Show didn’t open until 10 am so early morning I got up and took pictures, journaling ideas. The site was dead Quiet and garbage strewn in heaps as if a war zone in the tempo of quiet where street sweepers and city workers cleaned for the new day. The nights were packed streets where we saw the fun, freaks, juggling, naked bodies, in performances, to drunks. There were so many people you could not look around and the movement of the crowd would shift an individual
After the show was over we stayed for two days to recoup, sightsee and enjoy Miami. Funny one- we went to dinner and I ordered scallops the plate was about 20 bucks when the order came out it was ONE scallop on a small scoop of spinach. For those of you who don’t know, I am a foodie with master chef abilities. My companion had a good belly laugh.
We left Miami to cross the Everglades collecting visual information -from the Nature preserve the birds, fish, alligators and swamps were an excellent contrast from the Miami experience.
Then up the coast headed to Texas, to meet some curators, friends, collector and ultimately head to Marfa Texas and the Rio Grand.
Marfa Texas well off the beaten path, where we played in
Houston tx at my friends said “Don’t Waste Your Time” and after going I’m glad to have been close to the Rio Grand where we enjoyed Terlingua’s Ghost Town.
Marfa is a very downtrodden sad place and everything can be seen in a day. We got to know some locals and
The funniest Marfa event was when my companion saw an advertisement for Prada. My companion loves Prada and we have gone way out of our way and overboard, so she can go to the different Prada’s all over the world, it was quite the saga when we traveled in Italy, but that’s another story.
She got so excited that there was something for her to do besides art. That’s all she talked about – PRADA. Well, – she forgot that she was told it was an art installation when we where back in New York.
When headed out of town to Prada the sign reads “There are NO Services or Water Available Beyond this point.” and they’re not kidding- -! We drove and drove and drove- for what seemed like an eternity.
While traveling along Texas 90, between Marfa and Van Horn, we saw an old Blimp, Zeppelin-shaped white balloon attached to the ground. after looking it up the
In a desert mirage-like experience, Eventually, through the dust cloud, we started to see a small building. Prada, an installation by Elmgreen and Dragset, supported by the Art Production Fund and Ballroom Marfa, whose existence fuels an ongoing dialogue about permanence, minimalism
I could go on and on but this is a good time to end. Thank you for visiting! Until next we meet I wish you wellness and peace.
