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last night when i went to bed, i realized i don’t mind going back to work on monday if i have had a pleasant, productive, yet relaxing weekend. which it was. on friday after work, i met traci for a quick dinner and the downtown gallery walk. it was good to hang out, but it was probably the worst gallery walk ever. a couple of galleries who listed, were not even open. including Olive, which is closing next month. i looked in the window and saw toys, so i didn’t feel i missed much. it is more than a little sad that so many galleries are closing, and the ones left often don’t wish to participate. true, it is not a big shopping event, but the generosity involved in being open, providing a few treats and letting people mingle and look, is good karma, in my opinion. the galleries that are left in town have the same old stuff, i am sorry to say. the best work was at the Lawrence Arts Center, Carol Ann Carter, but it was difficult to view because there were too many people. i will return. ha. if they are *ever* open at a time i can actually go in. i am sad about the art scene in this town right now. how i would love to have a little space and have an awesome gallery with interesting and NEW things at great prices. i know how to do it. and i know it would work. i have done it in my head for years. but … no capital.
i came home and curled up in my bigChair in my nightgown and talked to my poet for a long time.
saturday was errands and chores and the Italian epic film, which actually turned out to be an Italian mini-series from Italian TV - 6 hours!!! holyjebus. and i stayed up and watched it ALL. it was quite lame and Hallmarkish, but i wasn’t sleepy and the scenery was good. the best part of the evening though was talking for a long time to my little margaret.
sunday was scanning and listing more things on etsy, talking to my mama, walking downtown for Indian buffet and trying to see the Carol Ann Carter work, but the damned Arts Center gallery was closed. please tell me why, if the *Center* is open and the guy is sitting there anyway, the gallery can’t be open on a Sunday afternoon??? grrrrrrrrrrrrr. then walking to the frozen river, and playing at the artTable the rest of the day. to bed early with a book. sleep.
the end.