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Abstract Easter Art

I not big on Easter. All those pastel colors drive me crazy. Give me strong colors. Instead of Easter eggs, I give you Easter art, my style. Space gallery is exhibiting paintings by Lewis McInnis. I love his color palate and subtle references to Diebenkorn.

Lewis McInnis, oil on canvas, 40″ x 48″, $4,500 each

Lewis McInnis, Loud Music, oil on canvas, 44″ x 44″, $4,500

Lewis McInnis, Shelves, oil on canvas, 54″ x 48″, $5,000

Lewis McInnis, Untitled, oil on canvas, 60″ x 48″, $5,500

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The Navajo Arts district is dying a slow death. Next and Edge have vacated their spaces. The galleries will be on hiatus until their new spaces are finished. Pirate will move in May to a space in Lakewood. Denver’s loss is Lakewood’s gain. Zip37 will be the only gallery left on Navajo. The Bug Theater remains in place but one gallery and a performance venue don’t make a vibrant art scene. The good news is the galleries will reopen some day in their new locations. It’s the end of an era but also the start of a new adventure.

I flew solo last night. Navajo was eerily quiet. The dark empty gallery spaces added a feeling of abandonment to the evening. Zip37 had an opening but it didn’t draw a crowd. The area is turning into a mini ghost town just a short distance away from shiny new townhouses and condos, which caused property taxes to increase, which in turn led to rising rents and the galleries exodus. But the developers are getting richer.

From Seedy to Chic


This mid-century former motel in the Golden Triangle was saved from the wrecking ball. The motel rooms have been converted into individual business suites. The award-winning renovation converted the seedy Broadway Plaza Motel into a hip small business center now called the Broadway Plaza Metlo. I particularly like the new color scheme and the floor to ceiling windows.

Spring In The Garden


The grape hyacinths in the garden outside my bedroom are in full bloom. There’s a glass and metal Dimitri Rudenko sculpture on the left. I think the black fence really helps make the garden pop.

9 Cranes

I was driving south on I-25 on Sunday afternoon. Traffic came to a standstill as I approached downtown. I counted nine construction cranes in downtown Denver. The relentless building in Downtown, Cherry Creek and the Tech Center is only going to compound the city’s traffic issues.

The biggest and most expensive project is 1144 Fifteenth Street, which is being built by Hines, the international real estate firm based in Houston. The picture below shows the new 40-story Hines tower rising behind the Four Seasons Hotel in downtown Denver. The $300 million office building has been pre-certified as LEED Gold. The building is scheduled to open in early 2018.

They’re All Crazy

All of my friends have gone off the rails. Each one has some sort of mini crisis or insignificant drama. Here’s a brief overview:

Surprisingly, Cindi listed her house last Friday. She had twenty-seven showings over the weekend along with a bidding war. Cindi lives in a remote canyon off Coal Creek Canyon so I was surprised by the number of showings. She doesn’t know where she’s going but will eventually end up in Santa Fe. The buyers of her business backed out of the deal at the last moment after moving some of her inventory into their warehouse. They are refusing to return the inventory. The buyers also got one of her trucks impounded but failed to inform Cindi. Cindi paid $2,700 to get the truck out of impound. This one may be headed to litigation.

Double A thinks the CEO is trying to oust him. He’s documenting all their interactions. I think he’s being paranoid.

Perry now needs a hip replacement. She’s blaming it on the car accident. She’s hired a lawyer and has been to numerous doctors along with having massages and acupuncture. She’s racking up her medical bills in hopes of a large settlement that will allow her to move out of her ex-husbands house. Perry has also been involving herself in an issue with one of Paddy’s clients. She needs to mind her own business. Perry has become increasingly self-centered. And her memory lapses have become alarmingly frequent.

Paddy changes his mind relentlessly. He wanted to move to the Highlands, then it was downtown, then it was Monument (near Colorado Springs) before deciding to stay in his rental. He had granite countertops installed in the kitchen. Who does that in a rental? He has also test driven an Audi A6, BMW 5 series, a Cadillac, a Lincoln and a BMW 7 series. I’ve come to the unprofessional conclusion he has ADD. He took the boyfriend to Reno to meet the family for five days but flew home after two days. He failed to pay quarterly taxes in 2016. Paddy had his accountant file for an extension. He doesn’t have funds saved to pay his taxes yet he’s trying to buy a new car. WTF?

Mack was MIA until Friday night. It seems really odd that he’s been incommunicado since I’ve been unemployed. I loaned him money twice to avoid eviction while he was looking for work. Now he’s trying to buy a used car with a repossession on his record and ruined credit. I would think he would check in more frequently given I’m now the one who is unemployed.

Another friend (who shall remain nameless) confessed to arranging for massages with happy endings on Craigslist. He’s in a long term relationship and is engaged to his partner. He also misbehaved when we were at Trade’s underwear night. He’d be wise to have his partner sign a prenup.

They’re all crazy.

In the grand scheme of things, nothing in my life really seems important. Given the current political and social climate, I find it difficult to see any meaning in a lot things. I attempt to write a blog post only to give up. Who really cares about the minutiae of my life or the antics of my friends? I seemed to have a case of significant indifference.