tripping off

The art show was smashing/encouraging/fun. Lots of people, a great space, and good schmoozing experience. That last one's important, since I consider myslelf to be a horrible schmoozer, and from what I understand, in the gallerizing world the art of schmoozing is almost as important as the art itself. But I jest: I shall never (I hope) ever ever bow down to The Man!! He's selfish and sinful and stinky (and I don't like him).

Memorable moments, you wonder? Why, yes, in fact, there were.

Memorable moment one: getting stuck in an elevator with Dave Symonds for three minutes - a lifetime ambition acheived.

Memorable moment two: having my artwork complemented by someone who used the words "I like them because there's depth there, but they're still accessible to the common man". This is something I strive for, so success is succulent.

Memorable moment three: giving a gallery tour to some friends who showed up after half the work had been removed - most creative.

Memorable moment four and onwards: seeing a variety of old friends and acquaintances after plenty long-time. If I've told you twice, I've told you two times: friends are both the cat's meeow and its pajamas.