Small Change

Brian Cavanaugh opened Small Change in the main gallery at Pirate last night. He has amazing sculptures bordering on mini installations. Here’s a great description from an online review:

“SMALL CHANGE” is an installation by Brian Cavanaugh toying with content, context and scale using sound, LEDs, motorized turntables and repurposed objects. Twelve new kinetic sculptural constructs, one monthly for the duration of 2017, emphasize the cyclical nature of history, nature, and explore culture’s darker carnival atmosphere, where metaphor is ringmaster to a circus parade of divisive disparity on national tour.


Friday’s Best

Cindi was staying with me for last few days. She left this morning for Winter Park before heading back to Santa Fe. We had an early dinner last night before hitting the galleries. I was really impressed with an artist new to the Pirate roster. Vinni Alfonso presented Domestic Beasts as his first show at Pirate. He’s a young emerging talent on the local art scene who has a promising future.

Stressle, acrylic and latex on canvas, $1,200.

Box, acrylic and latex on canvas, $825.


Hold Me

I found this one of those naughty Tumblr blogs:

“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”

Wouldn’t that be nice? Having alone time with another person who isn’t trying to seduce you. Just somebody holding you.


The best thing about being single on Valentine’s Day is that I didn’t have to anguish over gift buying and date planning. Am I spending too much, or not enough? Is the restaurant too fancy, or too casual? The worst thing is that I’m home alone eating leftovers.

Five Miles Per Hour

I feel like I’ve gone from the second level of hell to paradise in a few days. I’m only two days in but the new job is going well and should continue on that trend. I’ve brought skills to team which the other team members don’t possess. The office is quiet. The atmosphere is casual but professional. Everyone uses a headset for conference calls instead of a speakerphone turned up to full volume as the morons in the last gig did. The bathroom is clean. I’ve yet to find pee on the floor. The only minus is the commute home at night. It’s hellacious. The last four miles on the highway tonight were at five miles per hour. Thankfully, I’ll soon be able to work from home a few days a week and leave early on the days I don’t.

Have you been watching the halfpipe competitions on the Olympics? I’m amazed at the skill and abilities of men and women snowboarders. It’s off the charts.

A Day Gone By

It’s cold and snowy here today. Mike is alone at his big suburban house while the partner is at his studio apartment in the city. The partner’s studio is smaller than the master bath in the house. Mike has been texting me photos of days gone by. This was taken on Mykonos in the early 90’s. Sadly, Bill, the other guy in the picture, died about a year after this photo was taken.
The big suburban yard.

A Few Favorites

Here are a few of my favorites from the Degas exhibit I attended last night. I had words with Perry so the evening wasn’t as pleasant as I expected. She was taking pain pills and drinking. I told Perry she should have stayed home instead of driving across town to get to the museum. The art did not disappoint.

The Bather, 1895, pastel and charcoal on paper.

Standing Woman Fastening Her Corset,
1883, oil paint on canvas.

The Laundress Ironing, 1882, oil paint on canvas.