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For some time now I've heard carl make mention of his artist friend, Anne. He has done various bits of design work for her and is currently designing a catalog book for a show she's doing with some other artists. I suspect this is the show -- called Internal Guidance Systems -- that's in Albuquerque from June 16 through July 22. Anne is going down for a week for the beginning of the show. She needs someone to feed her cat, and since I live only three blocks away, carl suggested me.
So last night I walked to the apartment and finally met her. The apartment is drowning in art, and Anne is obviously exploding with it. As preliminary payment for feeding the cat, she gave me a 2' by 2.5' painting of dark red abstract doggie-bone-like boners swimming spermlike across a black background flecked with powder blue that, now that I look more closely, may represent something else also spermlike. Many of the boners have more or less legible names scrawled on them: Harry, Shorty, Johnson. It has a very primitive and nearly cartoony look, and the paint is thick and textured. Anne is very interested in outsider art, although she has a much broader definition of it than I've run into before, seeming to include much or all non-Western art, for instance.
Don't you think of a flock of flying boners whenever you think of me? I'm also going to get a bunch of repainted CD covers out of this. Anne showed me a stack of a dozen last night, plus a big ramshackle book of shellacked, beaded photos and prints that she expects to take a couple years to complete, plus a doll she's decorated, plus every wall in the apartment covered with paintings, plus a DVD of I don't know what, postcards advertising two shows, a pamphlet with color reproductions of artwork, and god knows what else; I was pretty much overwhelmed in the end. How does anybody have the time and energy to do so much creative work? I have a feeling she doesn't obsess overmuch about perfection.
Now I have to decide what to do with my boner painting. Should I get it framed? What the hell kind of frame do you put around such a thing?!
So last night I walked to the apartment and finally met her. The apartment is drowning in art, and Anne is obviously exploding with it. As preliminary payment for feeding the cat, she gave me a 2' by 2.5' painting of dark red abstract doggie-bone-like boners swimming spermlike across a black background flecked with powder blue that, now that I look more closely, may represent something else also spermlike. Many of the boners have more or less legible names scrawled on them: Harry, Shorty, Johnson. It has a very primitive and nearly cartoony look, and the paint is thick and textured. Anne is very interested in outsider art, although she has a much broader definition of it than I've run into before, seeming to include much or all non-Western art, for instance.
Don't you think of a flock of flying boners whenever you think of me? I'm also going to get a bunch of repainted CD covers out of this. Anne showed me a stack of a dozen last night, plus a big ramshackle book of shellacked, beaded photos and prints that she expects to take a couple years to complete, plus a doll she's decorated, plus every wall in the apartment covered with paintings, plus a DVD of I don't know what, postcards advertising two shows, a pamphlet with color reproductions of artwork, and god knows what else; I was pretty much overwhelmed in the end. How does anybody have the time and energy to do so much creative work? I have a feeling she doesn't obsess overmuch about perfection.
Now I have to decide what to do with my boner painting. Should I get it framed? What the hell kind of frame do you put around such a thing?!
