In high school, George was always The Artistic One. Sure, the rest of us showed up to art class most days, and (perhaps for that reason alone?) Ms. Haness awarded us grades we didn't deserve, but few of us could have drawn ourselves out of a paper bag. I, for one, early on abandoned the idea of ever drawing a human figure. George made it look as easy as getting an A in health class.
Last weekend, those of us at Love Lettuce journeyed off-campus to see George's first solo show, "Lost World." The gallery, in Brooklyn, was at the back of a shop, where visitors could purchase--in addition to some fine art--vintage clothes, striped socks, and a haircut, if necessary. The show's guest book had all sorts of compliments ("Seals are my favorite!"), evidence that the works had been well received. And on Sunday, the last day of the show, a second painting was sold. Few things beat seeing an old friend successfully navigate his way on a path he started out on so. long. ago. Are we adults now? Ugh.
If you missed the show, you can visit George here.
1 comment:
hmmm... In the achive image of the Amoco Fill station with a buck standing on top, and a red "cloud" in the shape of what I can only assume is Alaska. Yeah in that image, is the F*#! written on the other deers' side? That part bothers me. The rest... well, I'll just dismiss it.
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