you may recall (if you visit us regularly and we’re Tickled Pink that many of you do – tis Most Kind) that we went to an art show last night
and this evening we went to a Very Different type of art show – and twas glorious – and a stunning combination of sweetness and disaffected Youth and musicians-in-dark-glasses and graffiti-encased-stucco-walls and a taco stand and twinkly lights (we adore twinkly lights) and, we don’t think we’re overstating the case:
the re-emerging forces of Counterculture railing against a decaying world
there we said it.
that’s how it felt.
probably not. but who knows.
we even got to walk around the show with the Artist known as Dub Williams (not his real name, of course) and to discuss one’s Impressions with the Artist him/her/combinationOfBoth_Self is such a Rare treat (and could not have happened at the show Last night as sadly most of those collected at Paris Photo are now on the other side of the Veil of Life)
we have to admit we became very Energiz(s)ed by all the Activity and body adornment (are we the only person in Los Angeles who is not Inked? It’s entirely possible……) and painting canvases and drop cloths (note technical term, we adore new vocab) and Inspiration.
it took us back to Camden Town and watching the human/android-like (as in Bladerunner, not the operating system for mobile devices) peacocks outside the Tube Station circa 1988.
something’s starting to emerge.
and we’re here to witness it and report back.
now isn’t That delicious?