I have to start back somewhere, and I'm starting with art. Writing about wallpaper, lighting and pink fluffy pillows seems quite asinine to me at the moment. When you lose someone special, all those extra sensory perceptions bounce into perspective and it's tough to be trite. Never fear, though, I will get back to that fun stuff soon. I can't stay all Jack Handy deep-thoughts and philosophical forever. That's not really what I'm here for, huh?
I ventured out for the first time in two days since Coop's passing and I chose the San Francisco Open Studios with good friends Eszter and Lisa. I knew they wouldn't coddle me, and they'd be there for me at the same time. They get it already, without having to say too much, or too little.
but filled with the most lovely art studios. I could picture living there...stark, new,
old and fresh at the same time. It's hard to be home right now. I need to hear the
pitter patter of paws on hardwood, and they're just not there. The loft seemed cold,
yet cool enough I could handle it. So, I'm going to share some of the beautiful
things I saw on Saturday, without a whole lot more commentary. I gotta start
somewhere, and I gotta start slow. Speaking of beautiful, this one's for Coop.
That tree, well, it's not a tree, it was built tiny bits of bark, by tiny bit by artist Justine Light.
Alexander Sarkis Abajian.