Its the Freakin Weekend.
Since not having employment or school the weekend makes little to no difference. Except for the fact that it is other peoples weekend as well.
Art Walk last night- vastly disappointing. This is not the perspective of an art snob but rather any human being with immediate ability to smell shit would be able to detect its pungent properties among 98% of the art displayed there. I find it difficult to understand how people are artists for a living when they hold about as much creative aptitude as a brick.
The one artist that i find the most confusing is the man who looks like he was a tag-along of the Hell's Angels and somehow made his way to art. At each art walk his art is displayed and he is standing by a large bowl of cheez-its drinking a carton of buttermilk. There is also a huge phallus lamp on display in his studio. hopefully this was crafted by him. this time there were baby photos and a benefit for another artist who had died in a motorcycle accident. I guess he was not the only one who strayed from outlaw to artist. And ended up to no surprise in Seattle. My faith in the Seattle art community is dwindling.
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