I met my friend, Mack, after work yesterday at the DAM. I’ve only known him for a year. We haven’t really hung out a lot. He expressed interest in seeing the recently opened Joan Miró exhibit when I ran into him a few weeks ago.
I thought the Miró exhibit was stunning. The show focuses on works from the last two decades of Miró’s career. It’s a small, but excellently curated, show. There are about fifty paintings, sculptures and drawings in the exhibit. The curator did a great job with the layout, placement and selection of wall colors which gives the visitor a pleasant experience. I found it amazing what Miró could produce with a few simple brush strokes. A few of the paintings were simply breath taking. They made me pause and wonder. I loved this Miró quote which has stenciled on one of the walls:
“Yes, it took me just a moment to draw this line with the brush. But it took me months, perhaps even years, of reflection to form the idea.”
Before leaving the museum, we checked out Printed and Painted The Art of Bark Cloth and William Matthews: Trespassing. Both are small, but awe-inspiring, presentations.
After the DAM we headed over to the Santa Fe Arts District to see the new shows at Core, Spark, Point and Michael Warren. Kara was closing her gallery as we arrived. We chatted for a few minutes before she headed home. Kara needed to make it an early night after our late night art tour a week ago.
Point has a new abstract painting show. My favorites were Kim Gentile’s paintings. I love a good abstract and her paintings were stellar. I think this may be Kim’s inaugural show at Point. Michael Warren contemporary has some incredible pieces by Inkyo Back, a South Korean artist, whose first Denver show was at Kara’s gallery. Michael Warren also has incredible collage portraits by Colby Brumit. These works are masterpieces. His materials and execution are top notch.
After the galleries we stopped for some nosh at Annie’s on Colfax before heading home. And no, it wasn’t a date. Mack is a friend. There are no romantic inclinations. He’s currently taking a sabbatical from his lobbying career while he reevaluates his life. It was a night of good art spent with a friend who also appreciates art.
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Here’s a typical conversation I have with my client:
Client: “How many projects do you have open?”
Me: “I have one project open.”
Client: “So you have one project open.”
Client: “So you’ll be finished after you complete this project?”
Client: “So you just have the one project open?”
Client: “Just the one project open then?”
Client: “Only the one project open?”
Client: “Fair enough then.”
I don’t know if the client is playing games or if he is just stupid. He’s in an English speaking country across the pond so English is his primary language. I don’t know why he has to ask the same thing five different ways. Perhaps it’s a cultural thing.
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The gym members donate various periodicals to the communal magazine rack. Why do people bring their used cooking magazines to the gym after they have clipped countless articles rendering the issue unreadable? Just toss the issue in the recycle bin at home. There’s no need to bring it to the gym.
Another issue with magazines is that it seems as if there are always six or more copies of Vogue, Marie Claire, Harper’s Bazaar, Glamour, Cosmopolitan or Elle. Yet there is usually only one issue of Details, The Economist, Time, Newsweek or GQ.
Why are people only capable of returning magazines to the top rack making it look like on overstuffed gyro? There’s a reason the magazine rack has ten levels.
Why do people leave their magazines on the cardio machines? Oddly, it seems that women are most often the offenders at my gym. Your mother isn’t at the gym to clean up after you. You’re there to work out so return your reading material to the magazine rack. You’re a lazy fuck if you do this.
I feel much better now.
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My mother is being moved to a nursing home today. The rehab center was no longer helpful as my mother often used the excuse of being too tired when it came time do her exercises. My mother feared going to a nursing home. When she was told the nursing home was the next stop on her journey she stopped using excuses when it was time for the rehab exercises. Her efforts were too little too late. The nursing home has rehab services so if my mother improves, and meets a certain level of care, she can be moved to an assisted living center at half the cost of the nursing home. That’s a big if. My father thinks my mother will be dead in two months.
My mother still will not take inbound calls from anyone. I have not talked to her. I sent her a few cards. She still thinks I’m mean. I’m over it. My mother has been passive-aggressive and manipulative my whole life. My mother has always blamed her problems on others. She refuses to be accountable for her life. She’s not going to change. She’s lucky my father never left her.
My sister is still MIA. One call in seven weeks. I’ve been following her senseless Twitter feed so I know she’s alive. She still accepts the money my father sends her every month. Perhaps my father will cut her off when he has to start paying the nursing home bill.
My brother and his wife have been the true heroes in this saga. He put his political campaign on hold to deal with my mother and consequently lost the election.
What a mess!
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I’m gallery sitting today while Kara does portfolio reviews at Redline. I met Kara at her gallery yesterday afternoon to pick up the key. I didn’t get home until after midnight.
Kara asked me to be her plus-one at a private reception at the Colorado Photographic Arts Center (CPAC) before the new exhibit opened to the public. Kara knew so many people and made many introductions. The heavy hitters of local photographic community were in attendance. It’s very small space allowing for a very intimate exhibit. The photos were stellar. The Paula Gillen celebrity mask photos were my favorites.
After leaving CPAC in the Highlands, we made our way over to Ironton Gallery in RiNo, only to get stuck in the Rockies post game traffic chaos. Kara hadn’t been to Ironton for a while so she was excited to see the new installation works by Jennifer Jeannelle. Jennifer had an installation in Kara’s gallery a while back so it turned out to be a bit of a reunion. The show was quite spectacular. The arrangement, materials, textures, sounds and color palates came together to make the work thought provoking and stimulating. The pictures I took really don’t do the work justice. This is a multi-media show one has to experience in person.
Once again, Kara knew almost everyone and made many more introductions. I met Jim Green who has sound installations at the DAM, DIA and on Curtis Street in downtown Denver. Brenda showed up after opening a show she curated at Stella’s. Jennifer, tipsy as always, also put in an appearance.
It was such a fun night. The evening at Ironton ended with Kara and I, along with a few others, sitting around the outdoor fireplace talking to Jennifer. After getting a little nosh at Jake’s in RiNo, I dropped Kara off at the gallery and headed home. A quick trip to pick up a key turned into a seven hour unexpected adventure.
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