Shower now? I suppose so.
Boom, it’s New York Summer – with the New York dust and pollen on the attack. Grace Jones is telling me she just feels contempt when I cry. So part of me is transported all the way back to the early eighties before I could afford air conditioning, and drank quarts of Ballantine Ale on ruins of the Christopher Street Pier. Now the weather is making think of saying good bye to my hair, and the decongestants are giving me the slightest of headaches.
It’s remarkable how this past few weeks have meant so many contacts with people from different parts of my life. Shows what happens when you go out and look at art. Thursday night I went down to LaMama La Galleria to see a group show organized by VisualAIDS, which includes work by some great people including David Cannon Dashiell, who was one of the first people in San Francisco to support my work, and was a remarkable, complex queer artist. For the third time in a week the vibe was low key, familial and interesting, without a lot of the empty grasping that seems to pervade so many shows I’ve seen lately in more “mainstream” venues.
June is supposed to be the month where the main events of the art season are over, timed to coincide with the spring auctions. What I’m seeing is that this year things are just getting interesting.
Tags: art world, friends, heat, summer