I found a four leaf clover this morning.
Everybody knows that you find a four leaf clover when you're not looking for it.
But there were actually two.
When was the last time I wasn't looking for one?
I clipped it with my thumb and fingernail and said thank you.
I've been known to talk to the elements.
Spinning the genetic wonder between my fingers, the dog continued on his walk, not feeling particularly lucky.
We past a plumbing company van parked in the neighborhood, it was McGiles, or O' Somethin'. It had a big leprechaun painted on the side. I thought about placing my lucky clover on the windshield, but decided not, to I mean when was the last time I placed a moon frog in front of a dry cleaners.
I pressed the clover between two pieces of glass and the memory of an oldest best friend.
That's lucky.
You guys, tonight I saw my most favorite, artists I ever loved, as a teenager! Quite alone I ventured to the gallery openings at 49 Geary. Michael's piece was up at Haines Gallery. The rest of the building's galleries opened that night too. (I just realized I knew more people walking the gallery walk than I did at the bar tonight.) Jen, who I hadn't seen in two years, kissed me good-bye and told me about the Starn Twins show on the 3rd floor. These were my favorites when I was in high school, um Columbine, I mimicked them. I peeled RC paper, and sewed it together, Kodilith, x-ray film anything experimental, then I'd check the Mike and Doug Starn Twins Bible. (their 1990 book) The images tonight were Starn and gigantic, and I lapped the gallery three times, trying to figure out how they did it, because half of what they do is a magic show. Smoke and mirrors and an 8 foot tall leaf, tibetan statue or tree branches. There's are the deepest experimental blacks a girl could wish for. Then, without warining, they were there. Mike and Doug, or was it Doug and Mike? This is beyond star fucking, this is childhood dreams, these were the guys who had me spinning the dark room door, to solorize prints, I went to college for them!! Until this day I don't think I knew their impact!
The prints were mostly computer outputs onto fancy Mullberry paper, then taped together, with, which I am sure they have learned by now, archival tape.
Anyway when I started to really look at the work, I let go. One. That was the feeling. I flooded with thoughts but the concept of one thought alone was what ruled out the rest.
"remember", I said, "remember the first love?" Realizing that I'd become this master, a jack of all trades, stoping to think about the first one. Well it was as solid as the shadow stitched, taped and framed before me. red dot at $20000. cool.