The Living Room

This past Friday night we had our first art opening of the season here at El Zaguan which is why I have not posted in a while. Between the show and work I have been a busy bee. It was a group show featuring work by all the current artist's in residence including Billy and I, Brenda Roper, Max Carlos Martinez, Greg Tweed and Adam Eisman. I had three photo prints in the show and Billy hung 8 paintings. We had a great turn out and a really fun evening. The show hangs for another week or so if you are in Santa Fe stop over to say HI and see the work.

This is a piece by Brenda Roper.... she is a really thoughtful and interesting person to know and her work is beautiful. This pic has a bit of a glare but gives you a good feel for her art.

Annnnd this is Max. He lives right next door to us and I love him to pieces. If you move back to New York Max I will burn the city to the ground.

I don't know who this wretched geek is but someone should have thrown her out into the street...

Here's a long shot view of Billy's wall... I will post a few close ups further down.

Brenda and I after a few preliminary sips of prosecco.

And here are a few of Billy's pieces... up close.

The last one is a dude all cozied up to a fire in an arroyo.... I love the feel of it. Night time paintings!

We are still dry as a heap of shredded wheat here and all smoked up from the fires that continue in AZ. It makes for some beautiful skies in the evening but I have had my fill of the smell and the sore throat, etc. stemming from it.



I have several days off this coming week and a visit from a VIP friend this next weekend so we should have tons of pics and stories to share coming up.

Cheers!

Beauty and the Beast

Let's cover the "beauty" section of this post first. This is Billy's latest painting. It's a watercolor of Big Sur in California. Can I just take this moment to say that Billy is fabulous? Because he is. Do you people SEE that painting? Yes. I am gloating. But I am allowed that. Especially being that today is officially our anniversary.

We passed the no smells test at Trattoria Nostrani last night. They let us in and fed us. It was a really great dinner. We drank stupidly expensive wine and managed to pretend our way through the she-she-foo-foo affair without offending the elite clientele. The only problem was a woman who was seated near us who kept loudly announcing that she has millions of dollars. She was actually wearing a dress made entirely of blood diamonds I think. She was hideous and am pretty sure that I could smell her stinking vaguely of moth balls... but somehow they did not throw her out.

I took a portrait of us before we headed out for the night... I told Billy to make the most snobby face he could conjure up. I did the same. Here we are at our snobbiest...



Yes... we are both wearing pink. And YES. I am wearing a vest made of sequins. It's too late for an intervention now... as this is all part of our confusing fashion history. You should also know that on my feet were cowboy boots. I take risks.

Now... let's move on to the "BEAST" portion of this post. We have one that lives with us. Sometimes it is most inconvenient. Sometimes a bit of fun can be had with it. Sometimes it throws up under our bed. It has many different ideas about how things should go in this household which are very different than my own very strict opinions on the topic. Allow me to share with you tonight's activity.... dirty, stringy rope fighting and chewing. This activity is annoying and leaves mess all over the house. But the Beast does not care.





Here he is trying to entice me with the delicious possibilities of playing with the dirty chewed up rope.



Here he is caught looking exactly like a gremlin....



And finally... truly enjoying a nice focused chew on the dirty, crappy rope.



I should probably mention that the other day while I was out with Michelle, Billy and Rudy had a celebrity sighting downtown. As they were passing by a store front a couple walked out right in front of them. After doing a double take Billy realized it was Robert Redford. What happened next? Robert Redford and Rudy looked right at each other. Just think about that for a minute. What does it mean? Probably nothing... but perhaps it was a cosmic connection. Maybe Redford is laying awake in bed right now worried and wringing his hands over the missed opportunity of having not gotten Rudy's autograph.