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existential breakthrough


o.k.o.k.o.k.o.k.o.k. – !!@#$!@$!

Umm.. there’s a pic from Jon’s show I said I was going to post, mmm..ummm…. 2 weeks ago? His work’s evolved another click – it’s cool stuff.

I’m never going to bitch about having too much to do again:
Playing co-pilot for 2.0 through his cancer therapies…
Disengaged the chaos vortex generator in pop’s basement… (I still suspect he’s got another hidden somewhere.)
Attempting to keep freelance income flowing.

This has solidified a notion though:

the only thing we really *have* to do with our lives is die….

…. everything else is procrastination.

choose wisely.

recharge

artshow

Did I mention that Fall’s here a least a dozen times yet?

It could be astrologically based… It could be because this is my birthmonth… It could be the crisp air and emerging colors…

Whatever the reason – I perceive this time of year as rejuvenating and… “magical”.

My old art-museum boss, friend and mentor Jon Cournoyer invited us to his opening last night.

It didn’t take too many jibes about “getting us to leave the house and come into the city”… Although what he probably doesn’t know is that he’s one of the few people who could rattle us out of our self-imposed isolation.

Jon’s one of those guys that have mastered a state of permanent wonder. You’d question the authenticity of anyone exhibiting this much eccentricity – Jon’s is genuine. He’s a country-boy at heart – trapped within the body of an intimidatingly educated, outrageously talented designer and fine artist.

His continued friendship and respect for my own work never ceases to humble the fuck out of me.

The show was a collection of four local artist, Jon and three others. One of the exhibitors was a jewelry designer so his part of the show was ten Robert Palmeresque women modeling his work in the middle of the gallery on a platform. 

The modest gallery was in what’s being called “St. Louis’ next Washington Ave.” – Cherokee Street, a few blocks up from the antique district.

The neighborhood is still very rough around the edges… Buildings are cheap and English is the least heard language on the sidewalks.

The crowd consisted of your normal predatory art-circuit types – but they were far out numbered by young art-school types. It could have been the great band they booked, the cheep art-show wine or the great weather – but the whole place buzzed with great energy… A vibe I haven’t felt in a very long time: Unpretentious, young, creative …. wonderful.

We lingered longer than we expected…
I daydreamed of one day pursuing MY art… not my clients.

Since we were downtown and we haven’t gone out for dinner in months, we decided to finish off the night with dinner at Hodak’s – (A Saint Louis institution). I don’t care for chicken on the bone…. EXCEPT for theirs.

Bellies full of chicken and mashed potatoes, we headed home for the inaugural burning in the fireplace.

I’m still drunk with the magic of the evening.

I’m still not blogging.