I sometimes don't even realize how much my life revolves around art. So I thought I'd write it down -- maybe shed a little light on the life of a New York artist.
Though there is barely anything to see, the grey clouds on the walls fully retain the magic of the artist's hands. Forms vanish here and one can almost feel a resistance: specifically the resistance to completing an artwork.
Attending the opening of Salon Zurcher last night on Bleecker street was a great way to start a week that will be hopefully exciting and for sure insane.