Myself and my dear friend Dudly (spelled without the "e") went to see some wondrous art relics in the Chelsea Forest yesterday. We focused our trip and ended it after 2 hours with a nice fried snack. This makes it easier to see art, when you have tan foods to look forward to.
The reason I am eckstatickal is due to the paintings of Andre Ethier. He has a show in the back gallery of Derek Eller. MM and Dudly were magnetically pulled to these little paintings of mythical beings: a ramhead with rows of tiny teeth and a strange ruddy pirate with an implosive Michael Jackson nose and glam eye make-up. Many many fine and somewhat disgusting little characters with violent presence in their beady stares, a possessed mirthfulness about them. MM would like to save up and buy one, for they are not so expensive. There is a single image up of his on Derek Eller's website which was our favorite painting.
Sloth, you may like one for your log wall, I am not sure.
Also, we witnessed the loveliness of Dana Carlson's owl and cat paintings at Baumgartner Gallery. Snug owls nestled into each other on tree branches. A fluffy cat sat magestically on the mountainous horizon like a hopeful beacon to quell all anxious-making antics. Dudly was lulled by the passages of stitching and beadwork, pom poms and patches that accumulated into soothing jumbles. Very lovely-style. Very wondrous.
Those were our favorite items. MM is permeated with positivity and hope for future days to come. He is actively interested in life as a result of his pilgrimage, he is not depressed at all but instead truly soothed, as though he has performed the truly stretching Toad Contortion. Dudly too, normally a very stiff and ponderous fellow, seems more relaxed than I have seen him in years.