Thursday night was the museum opening. Last night Paddy, Mack and I toured the gallery openings. This weekend is the Art Students League of Denver Summer Art Market. Four days of art.
Paddy and the new guy reconciled. Wonders never cease! The new guy admitted he has issues with alcohol. That’s the first step. The second step is doing something about it. The guy’s solution to the problem is to only drink beer and limit it the three. No more cocktails, shots, or wine. I’m sure it’s a winning strategy just waiting for a gold medal.
Last night, Mack walked over to my house around six. Paddy picked us up a few minutes later. Thankfully, the new guy had to work until eight and would not be joining us. After a quick Mexican dinner at El Noa Noa, we took in the opening at Michael Warren Contemporary. It’s a somewhat subdued but excellently curated presentation. The show has paintings, photographs and sculpture with a nature as a central theme.
The next stop was Goodwin Fine Art to see Patrick Marold’s new work. It’s a great show but it seems like everything was $5,000.
While we were in the gallery, Paddy’s car was sideswiped. The damage was minimal. The person left the scene and no witnesses could be found. Paddy shrugged it off. He’s planning on buying a new car in September.
We headed over to Navajo Street to check out the openings at Next and Pirate. It was a few minutes after eight. Paddy’s guy got off work and called to see where we were. Paddy told the guy to head home and would meet him there around nine-thirty.
Paddy parks the car at Pirate and the guy calls again. It’s only been fifteen minutes. Mack and I headed into the gallery.
Charles Livingston has a monumental installation at Pirate. It consists of post cards with a word punched into each card. The cards are attached to mylar sheets which hang from ceiling to floor forming two squares that are lit from within. The presentation makes one pause and wonder. It was the best art of the evening.
Next Gallery had drawings and painting by two artists but neither inspired me. While we were in the galleries the guy called again.
One final stop was made at Hinterland to see a pop-up ceramic show. It was small but excellent presentation. I think this in Hinterland’s last show. The entire block in RiNo has been sold for $10m. The building will be razed to make way for new luxury apartments. Hinterland will reopen in a few months in a yet to be determined space.
As we got back in the car the guy called again. The guy wanted to know if Paddy wanted a shot or drink waiting for him when he got home. Paddy told the guy he was on the way home. Ten minutes later the guy called again. Paddy was getting frustrated. I was frustrated too. The guy was creating tension. I told Paddy I thought the guy was manipulative and self-centered. I made it clear that I wanted Paddy to happy and share a life with someone but the guy is not the one.
Paddy dropped me off and drove Mack home. I talked to Mack about a half hour later. The guy called two more times in the short time it took Paddy to get to Mack’s apartment.
Paddy needs to give the guy the boot. Paddy allows himself to be controlled and manipulated to keep peace in the household. Paddy pays for everything. It’s not a healthy relationship.
Paddy’s mother and terminally ill step-father are moving to Denver and will be living with Paddy. That’s a story for another post. It’s chaos waiting to happen. I could write a blog just about Paddy. I still haven’t written about Paddy’s new client who is a poly amorous, one-legged dominatrix/tattoo artist. Read that last sentence again and give it a moment to sink in.