This Saturday evening, come to "Waiting", the installment by John Findysz. 6-8pm. I'll be there at some point.
It's 705 Warren Street, by the Tattoo parlor. Now, it has blue painter's tape on the windows.
You can read the flier above if you want. Here's an excerpt from the press release:
"In faux-gold, Rococo frames, late 20th Century paintings bordering on upper-middle class souvenirs from Venice are collaged with languid, Tom of Finland poseurs. Presiding atop paint cans dripping with Hermes orange, Buddha wears the same color in a nod to sacred tradition. An alien’s portrait is drawn on top of a photograph of Zsa Zsa Gabor, its round eyes positioned like glasses over hers. The same superimposition appears over the reproduction of a Botero nude whose backside registers disinterest in the visitor from outer space."
Do you understand that? Do all of you artsy-fartsy types understand the meaning and symbolism behind all of it? Can someone explain it to me?
You know what? Don't bother. Save your breath.
I'll just nod and smile and pretend I care, anyway.
I'm really there to see if there are any cute guys - and yeah, for the free wine.