The so called 'exhibit'
Well I slept three hours and woke up well enough to go! Got nicely dressed ( I thought so, and I got a few compliments ) and met up with Lionel ( Gabriel's drummer ) and his partner, Jamie. She is a complete laugh. We hit it off right away. She is an art student, and once she had really dug into all the wine, she had some really intersting stuff to say. Also hit it off with Paul, who is an aquaintance. He was a completely over the top Queen. I miss them - I used to be a real fag hag in my teens and early twenties ;)
So anyway, the actual *exhibit* we didn't finish seeing - mostly because everyone moved out onto the beautiful couryard in the sunset, drinking the wine. Seems that a lot of people were more into the wine, than Rodin after all. :)
People watching is so much fun. I don't drink, so it's really interesting watching people open up more and more the more shitfaced they become. We tried to talk about art, but after having done alot of spotting ' Cute guy 3 o'clock!' we quickly found that way more enetertaining than exquisitely twisting passionate 3D renderings.
I wish I had brought my sketchbook, to do some drawings. Anatomically, so perfect, and from every angle, a perfect line of action. The weight that he imbued in his sculptures make them eerily life life - and it looked like something you wanted to touch and explore, because of its sensuality. Then of course, the renderings of Balzac were much less flattering!
Three days before I was invited to the party I had a dream I was at a party - I wrote it down. Curiously enough I felt like I didn't belong, and I felt ostracised. Well, I went to the party, it was eerily similar to the dream, but I didn't feel like I left feeling disempowered. I don't understand that. Maybe I am meant to look at something.
The thing is, they invited me to go onto another bar later, but because my dog had allready peed on the floor when I got home, and a bunion was killing me, I just decided I wanted to take a stroll along the strip on my own. I bought a huge icecream and continued to just soak up the summer evening breeze. It's been very cool lately for summer.
I felt overwhelmed by the energy of the party, 500 people milling about can be quite something on an empath, or anyone who 'doesn't like crowds'. I needed to just escape like taking a breath of fresh air. I have always been like that - I can spend max 3 hours at a club, and then I used to just leave, and go home when I felt I had enough, which was often way before everyone else.
I also had to take the last bus home, so I took the second last.
There is an air show going on in our town right now, and about 1000 people on the beach for a festival, but I can't go - I have an appointment. I am also paying my publicist, so I have to try and take as much advantage of her now while I have it. It's a 6 month contract right now.:(
So anyway, the actual *exhibit* we didn't finish seeing - mostly because everyone moved out onto the beautiful couryard in the sunset, drinking the wine. Seems that a lot of people were more into the wine, than Rodin after all. :)
People watching is so much fun. I don't drink, so it's really interesting watching people open up more and more the more shitfaced they become. We tried to talk about art, but after having done alot of spotting ' Cute guy 3 o'clock!' we quickly found that way more enetertaining than exquisitely twisting passionate 3D renderings.
I wish I had brought my sketchbook, to do some drawings. Anatomically, so perfect, and from every angle, a perfect line of action. The weight that he imbued in his sculptures make them eerily life life - and it looked like something you wanted to touch and explore, because of its sensuality. Then of course, the renderings of Balzac were much less flattering!
Three days before I was invited to the party I had a dream I was at a party - I wrote it down. Curiously enough I felt like I didn't belong, and I felt ostracised. Well, I went to the party, it was eerily similar to the dream, but I didn't feel like I left feeling disempowered. I don't understand that. Maybe I am meant to look at something.
The thing is, they invited me to go onto another bar later, but because my dog had allready peed on the floor when I got home, and a bunion was killing me, I just decided I wanted to take a stroll along the strip on my own. I bought a huge icecream and continued to just soak up the summer evening breeze. It's been very cool lately for summer.
I felt overwhelmed by the energy of the party, 500 people milling about can be quite something on an empath, or anyone who 'doesn't like crowds'. I needed to just escape like taking a breath of fresh air. I have always been like that - I can spend max 3 hours at a club, and then I used to just leave, and go home when I felt I had enough, which was often way before everyone else.
I also had to take the last bus home, so I took the second last.
There is an air show going on in our town right now, and about 1000 people on the beach for a festival, but I can't go - I have an appointment. I am also paying my publicist, so I have to try and take as much advantage of her now while I have it. It's a 6 month contract right now.:(