
It's 6 degrees out here, no it's consented to go up to 10. Julie and i just got back from the city of angels for a big art show downtown; we were recruited off the Internet. The gallery looked fine and we sent out our paintings and drove through palm desert where we had the best enchiladas I've ever had in a tourist watering hole. Life is full of surprises. City of angels was full of traffic and noise, bmws, shiny suvs and Mercedes ,all black. we saw one truck the whole week we were there. it took us two hours to go ten miles and the noise and stimulation was too much. the night of the show, oh man what a disappointment, it was cold, I'm under dressed, i get the chills, the gallery was terrible, the lighting ,yes there was lighting, was dull and made the paintings look well ,bad and we were surrounded by terrible art, yes really terrible art and i immediately wanted to run, but Julie said we have people coming and they did but it was a pity visit, they knew nothing about art and that along with scant and poor food and the worst gallery owners we ever meet, me "hi, we're here"; him: nothing, me: "hows business?" him shake of the shoulders and that's how the whole show went and of course no sales and us swearing never to put our paintings in a bad gallery and me not ever wanting to show alongside anyone again save Julie, and city of angels, men with makeup smoking cigarettes with women with makeup and heels so high they'd snap in the cobblestones in Santa Fe and me getting the flu and Julie doing all the driving in la and because of constant clutch work she sprained her knee. the city of angels body count. one flu case which developed into a constant cough, one sprained knee, no sales, x amount of dollars spent and our only la gallery contact with an alcoholic gallery owner whose face looked like all the wine he'd ever drank. oh and the body count add one more, because i fell out of my truck over thanksgiving and cracked a rib. Julie watched the movie no country for old men in la , shot in New Mexico, go figure and hated it. what a trip. and its cold cold here. jgk ps after all this we came home and an Atlanta gallery contacted Julie and signed her up and she mentioned me and they checked out our website and they took me also. go figure. website is wwwsfabstract.com
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that's why they call it "Hell-A"
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