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Archive for February, 2017
Perry and I met for the art tour on Friday. Paddy was having dinner with hair industry friends. Mack was working his retail job. Cindi was ensconced in her mountain home journaling her recent road trips.
Our first stop was Abend. It was a good, but pricey, show. I ran into Kate and David who are always fun and engaging in conversation. The gallery had a good crowd. There seemed to be a constant line at the bar. The food buffet had been ravaged leaving a few unappetizing bits here and there. I was there for art, not food and drink. There were many stellar works on display. Stop by and have a look if you’re in town.
Abend, Thorgriur Einasson, Reykjavik, 22″x24″, oil, $2,400
Abend, Stephanie Hartshorn, Oakwood, 24″x24″, oil, $2,850
After Abend, a stop was made at Next gallery. I wasn’t thrilled with the show. The conversations I had with friends were more interesting than the art.
The final stop was Ironton for the closing gallery show and party. It was packed. Most of the fixtures on the local art scene were in attendance. The crowd was in a festive mood in spite of the venue closing. There were great paintings on display by the artists who had studios in the complex. At the end of the evening a few minutes were spent around the fire pit reminiscing about the good times had at Ironton. It was the last fire. I was sad as when I left. The somber cloudy sky seem appropriate for the night another art venue died.
Cindi is reporting that La Choza, one of our favorite restaurants in Santa Fe, has changed the signs on its bathrooms. The signs now show “Whatever”. Badda bing, badda boom.
It started out as a scenic drive but it turned into another trip down disappointment drive.
I had lunch with a man I met online. His profile described him as 60, 5’10” and 180. It turned out to be a nice time. The conversation was engaging. Being a retired English teacher, he knows how to properly conjugate a verb. After lunch he walked me to my car. Given we met at a chain restaurant next to a Costco, he gave me a quick hug and I was on my way.
Our second date was at the Denver Botanic Gardens. The teacher knows a lot about plants. Again, the conversation flowed without any awkward moments. After the touring the gardens, the teacher asked to see my house. I thought this was a bit odd but I relented and he followed me to my house. An hour or two was spent getting to know each other (it didn’t go there). As the teacher was leaving he told me he never dated a rich man. His comment alarmed me. I responded by telling him a person needs $5m in assets to be considered rich in this day and age.
Our third date was dinner at a local Chinese restaurant. Even though the dinner conversation was enjoyable, a number of red flags arose. The first red flag popped up when he told me I can’t come to his house because my BMW will draw too much attention. He lives on twelve acres of land in the mountains west of Denver. All of the neighbors have acres of land but people don’t drive fancy cars. I suggested he could take me to his house in his car. That didn’t fly because he rents the basement to tenants who don’t know he has sex with men. Do I look that gay? Does my mere presence out the person I’m with? Next, he told me his wife of thirty-something years died about two years ago. He had two long-term relationships (12 years and 8 years) with other married men during his marriage. He doesn’t think his wife ever knew. He’s also not out to his children so I will never meet them. That also means not spending holidays together. Finally, he told me he was sixty-five. His profile stated he was sixty while he told me on our first meeting he was sixty-two. He age is least of the things that bothered me.
He’s definitely not Mr. Right but he could be Mr. Right Now. He may be fun for a while but he’s not a keeper.
Yesterday, Perry and I met for an early dinner at Cucina Colora, in Cherry Creek North, before attending an art opening. Our table had a view of the neighborhood. A view which included two cranes for two new construction projects in the neighborhood. It’s hard to find a view in this town which does not include a crane.
My dear friend, Peter, sent me two masks he picked up on his last trip to South Africa. He FedExed the masks to me yesterday. I just love them. I feel honored that Peter gifted them to me. It’s the best gift I’ve received in a long time.
I got news today of yet another death on the Denver art scene. Ironton, in the RiNo Arts District, has been sold and will be converted into a distillery. Just what this town needs. Aren’t there enough distilleries and craft breweries in Denver? Read this and weep.
Dear Friends of Ironton,
After 18 years we have decided to end our partnership and sell Ironton. On February 28th we will change hands, the new owners will be the Ironton Distillery.
We are having one last party and show on Friday February 24th.
Please stop by and help us toast a longer and more varied life than was ever imagined for this space; we’ve had over 150 gallery shows, 10 solstice parties, a couple weddings, 2 wakes, 2 iron pours, many fundraisers, and the first ever RiNo parties.
We want to express our sincere gratitude for everyone who visited the gallery and studios over the years, without your interest and support this would not have endured.
Thank you to the artists who showed their work in the gallery. The responsibility of putting on exhibits here was theirs, from installing the art to buying the beer and hosting the opening. You made us look good.
Finally, thanks to the artists who rented studios from us, some as long as 14 years. They were the folks that made our daily lives go ‘round and made all our Ironton endeavors possible.
Party starts at 6pm.