The manic days

I love this painting, like I love all of Marianne's work. We met at Jentel two years back and she is having an open studio this weekend at the D.U.M.B.O. Art Under the Bridge Festival. I can't go, but hope that you can.

Tonight I got to see Jami at the Center for Book Arts opening of the faboo show I am in. I got a galley of her latest novel, which I of course started to devour on the train ride home. She's doing a neat project w/it where she's inviting artists to read it and then make art inspired by it. Participate! I totally am. I also had a fun chat w/Corinna, who works there and got the same printmaking scholarship I did last year.

Before that, I saw Sarah briefly and we sat outside to read. Before that, I ran errands. Before that, I went to visit Vijay at the printshop. Before that, I visited Robbin and Andras for lunch and caught up for the first time in over a year. I had the most heavenly fresh figs from one of their gorgeous fig trees in the garden, saw the new gallery space, and got methylcellulose from Carriage House, which I nearly forgot to pick up. I had left, was crossing the street and looking behind me, only to see Robbin hopping up and down, waving her arms. She can't yell right now b/c of a vocal cord condition, so she was hoping I'd turn around at some point before rounding the corner. Thank goodness I did!

I had dinner w/my sis and her husband at a Korean place, and talked about how I still am running around on the left side of things, like I did in Korea. Katherine wrote about her commute, which brings back so many fond and not-so-fond memories, but included a link to this: Korea is going right!!! Colonial vestiges take forever to shake. I'm glad I won't be around for this switch, b/c I would totally be on the wrong side, no matter what.