happy birthday to
peggin and
azewewish, smart, sane girls in crazy fandoms (and in brenda's case, giver of plot bunnies). cupcakes? glitter? hot men to do your bidding? :D
dancing boys: *conga*
speaking of plot bunnies, i'm having a terrible time trying to figure out what kind of art the painter from the curator and the painter 'verse makes.
did that sentence make sense?
anyway. at first it was kind of figurative/kind of abstract oil paintings (i was kind of thinking of edward hopper), then i thought maybe 50s style pinups of guys instead of busty ladies, then i thought mexican folk art, specifically day of the dead type art and portraits of mexican wrestlers, and now i'm thinking a cross between photocollage and painting. i have no idea what it would be called - i don't have the art vocabulary to tell parts of this story - but you take some photos of something, glue them down, and paint over part of the resulting collage. there's a couple paintings in the diesel cafe that are exactly what i'm talking about, but that doesn't help any of you. i haven't the first clue what kind of art someone would look at and think "this is new and interesting and deserves wider exposure and will sell well". what kind of paintings do twenty-something los angelenos paint? y'know? (he's definitely a painter, i can say that much.)
the painter has a stoner sculptor friend and i have no idea what he does, besides fall asleep at the bottom of the pool and crash at the painter's house. but, like, what kind of art does HE make?
on the plus side, the owner of the gallery where the curator works has a boyfriend, and i finally figured out that the boyfriend builds guitars and used to make a living doing that and giving guitar lessons and working in music stores and playing backup for his singer friends, at least until he fell in with the gallery owner, and now he's kind of a kept man and is really starting to chafe against that. he wants to work for a living, dammit.