I can't escape.

I AM 55% TORTURED ARTIST! Art is significant in my life, people are scum but I have the capicity to deal with it. Give it a few more years and I will either forget about art or hate the world. Take the TORTURED ARTIST test at Fuali.com

Grr

Ok, so I wrote a whole big entry for today, way longer than I usually do, and when i clicked the "publish" button, it hung there, and then deleted the post. I'm just going to paraphrase. I got the new McSweeney's Quarterly It's edited by Chris Ware. (Make sure you keep clicking the "more chris ware" hotlink for more .gifs.) Bla bla, yeah whatever. I had a nice little blurb on this, but to no avail. I really appreciated CW's essay on Phillip Guston.

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Bumbershoot

SO, I am finally in a Bumbershoot show, (this piece) but I must say my enthusiasm for it has been seriously dampeded. I have to deal with a local curator who will remain nameless. He is the most horrible, sad, snotty person I have encountered since middle school in a small town in Texas. He was literally verbally abusive to me, screaming in the middle of the opening, because I was eight minutes late. Now, in the rest of the art world, eight minutes late is a half an hour early. And to top it all off, I can't say or do anything, because this is such a podunk town, that not only would he review my next show for the sole purpose of a nuclear pan, but he would condemn every show I am involved with -- for god only knows how long. And he is basically the only reviewer in town. So tomorrow I have to gallery sit with this charming individual for four hours. I can hardly contain my glee.