Started of with visit from Tax People. Long story made short, if you have a Sales Tax Permit you can sell Art. I had paid the fees but had not received the permit and was told I was OK to sell.
Amy's lounge was wonderful as expected and had very cold PBR
I need to go back to Trelaine's room. something bugged me about it.
Ned and Kai's barn is wicked and weird...
- Chad Sorg has a big room at the Town House with 4 paintings and an
amouoir or whatever...
taxeies showed up and left propmtly...
Mostly friends of artists today. i stayed till 7:30...
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It's the last day for NADA MOTEL and it's been a fr#£¢kin' blast! 40 rooms full of artists and a stream of visitors to our show. Much beer has been drank, many people drunk, fighting with pillows in the Cock Fight Club, a.k.a. where Frank Sinatra played. The townhouse has a pool, it's filled with rocks, soo.. we had a lou ou. Not a bathing suit in the place, bathing suits were not needed you see, rocks filled the pool, water gone long ago. Lyndon b Johnson swam there many years ago when it was still swanky. Hank y panky.
We have prison art, high art, very low art, digital, an interactive burner typa thang with mirrors and a pendulum with sand, hoses we can talk through to the passers by down below on the street.
There's a lounge, my wife didn't want to have art in her room here, so she opened a lounge, black shag, black sheers, dark leather, donations for b eer or cocktail. Shake yer cocktails. Theres a barn full of ducks, introspective lady collaboration with photos and limbs, a neon tube behind blocked up sculpture.
The variety's astounding, back to townhouse art, there's my big splashy formal abstractions with graphite portraits, dusty's stolen photos of museum canvases and highest of high art, stolen because his camera is in his heavy coat, secret flap in the front–security's onto him... steel and limestone artists fill one rooms, randomness, art in the center, basquiat-y juxtaposed paints slashed and dashed and disambuitated, there's sacramento artists Ann Tracy and I haven't seen the room she shares with a couple more artistss, hers is neighbor to a porn cartoonist and painter, manhole cover rubbings, ceramiclandia and the residents of these moterlodges to hodge podge with the artsy crusties, we invited them, it's cool. Next year... nada... haha... no-tel motel. Gotta go opne my room now for last day visitors.
So what bugged you about my room (except, perhaps, that there were bugs in it)? (insert winking emoticon here)
Trelaine
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