By request, here’s a link to the work. I think they look good in the scans, but they look even better in person.
I’m still all smiles about the opening of my show down at Cafe Verite. Lots of people showed up, we drank champagne, ate cupcakes and had coffee, and chattered about everything and nothing. I’d been experiencing an little pre-show angst, but the whole truth is that it was really fun! I enjoyed myself way more than I’d expected to, the show was really well received, I sold one piece, and there were lots of inquiries about buying prints. People found the work funny – which it is to me, so that was good – and made up captions for the speech bubbles. One of my favorites was my friend G’s comments about the Fish Pope:
See, I imagine this person is saying, “Holy shit! The pope is a fish!” and then this one says “Keep your voice down, for crying out loud!” and this third person saying, “COME on, he KNOWS he’s a fish…”
Okay, I guess what you need to know is that the image is of three small figure, women, standing in front of a robed and throned figure who happens to have the head of a fish. There are speech bubbles over the women’s heads, one large one with large text, and two smaller ones.
One of the nicest things about the show is that the barristas I’ve talked to really like the work. They’ve said how nice it looks in the space, how they like the way the show is hung, and how, if they had the $$$, they’d be taking some of that stuff home themselves. Their opinion matters because they have to live with the stuff, showing up every day to see the same work. If they don’t like it, they STILL have to look at it, so it’s especially sweet to me that the people who are living with it like it.
When I took all the work down from the kitchen in Julius’ apartment, he was really sad. I was pretty sad too, seeing that big white wall staring at me across the kitchen table. We don’t have space to hang the work at home in my Seattle place, there’s just too much of it, but it gives me great pleasure to buzz down to Madrona to visit it. It’s like the pieces are all grown up and have left home. I have a good time imagining what they do in the place after the doors are closed and the lights are down.