Friday September 8th 2006

Had free sushi at work today! Good name for a band? FREE SUSHI. Ended the day strong, finished off five large posters of reknowned sport's heroes: Michael Jordan, Tiger Woods, Vince Lombardi, Lance Armstrong, some runner who ran the mile under four minutes? Large prints four by seven feet, packaged, shipped out fed ex overnight. Ran out the door to meet Chris and Rebecca for a opening at the ICA. Ended up being a great unexpected evening. First the work was interesting, all over the place. Arranged high on the walls, drawings of all assortments, and some in glass cases, bound, very delicate, rich assortments. Gave some good ideas for my own work. Remember. First drink was a merlot purchased graciously by Rebecca. Enjoyed it outside and met Sarah McKeaney without knowing who I was talking with. Very nice lady. She gave us free drink tickets which we never got to use because right then the director of the museum offered everyone huddled outside free dinner, we gladly took the offer. It felt like we we were on a cruise ship. Outside the breeze was there but very pleasant and the festivities lended itself to the aura of 'simply enjoy yourself, you are being catered too' feeling. Wine was provided on the tables and the best beef tenderloin I've had in a while was eaten. Drank a really simple great drink: Welsh's white grape juice with Vodka and grape or two. Good I guess when you're serving in the hundred's. Met a couple nice people who had just recently started at PAFA. One from North Carolina, we talked about Anselm Keifer and books and being in graduate school. Talked with Rebecca a little about Wind-Up Bird because she'd just re read it herself. I'm still very fascinated by this book. I just finished it a couple days ago and started Kafka on the Shore today but Wind Up still lingers with me. I'm thinking about the tangibility of dreams and translating those in my waking reality and vis a versa. More often I'm remembering, questioning moments as if they are dreams or reality? What is the difference? Something about sensory depth, the richness of the experience. The complexity and illogical nature of scenario's that manifest? Sometimes I'll notice that I'm realizing if I'm dreaming in reality and focus on the current situation to try and pinpoint was is happening, viscerally, mentally, to try and use that information as memory in my dreams. What makes them different? What relates them? The sense's are the main focus right now, trying to recognize the physical sensations being experienced in both along with the mental interpretations of those sensations. Remember the hands, look at your hands. Use those perhaps as remembering points.
After we decided to leave the dinner we ran back into Asher and Alana, who we met at the dinner. I suggested White Dog but ended up at some other tavern. Just one drink and me and Chris and Rebecca left for the night. Tommorrow we're planning on meeting for Mauro's opening at Serraphin Gallery.