Went to a local art thing last night. The trouble with local art things is that they are put on by local artists. Meaning: they never start on time. So, if you show up the standard fifteen minutes early, and the event starts fifteen minutes late, then you've just lost half an hour of your life sitting there switching your wedding ring from hand to hand, wondering why you didn't bring a mint and examining the interior lighting. Sure, you've staked out a nice seat, right in the middle, but people will just volunteer you to move, without asking, so their late friends can join them in the row, so you wind up just sitting at the end anyway, and then you're really caught.
C is friends with the fashion stylist Rebekah Roy (left in both pics above) ... one of those people who personify calm and smiling success. On her blog she presents glamour in this very sincere, straightforward way ... whether she's taking pictures of people on the street , talking about stain removers , her favourite videos , or attending some glittering party . One minute she's ruminating on hair extensions, and in the next she reveals how she's been featured on the Vogue UK site. A real disarmer and charmer (and this without meeting her yet, although I feel like I know her because we both did our time in Winnipeg). * * * * * Coming home from Russia, we did many bad things. ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. In my own life, the glamour is wholly imagined. * * * * * witches, smoke ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. My second go at this one, and for some reason I'm painting a lot of smoke lately (note to self: tell C that I want to be cremated). *
Oh dear! Was it worth it after all the trouble?
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