It’s noon, December 15, 2018.
What are you doing today? 10 days away, it’s Christmas. Are you doing something fun with your family? How’s the weather where you’re at? I hope it’s snowy and I hope it’s cold and I hope you’re feeling like there’s something in the air. I hope you’re remembering the best Christmas you ever had, the best present you ever received. I hope you’ve gotten to the point where you can pass along those good feelings to someone else.
If not… then what the fuck are you waiting for?
It’s cold and clear skies here in Los Angeles. If you go on a brisk walk with a big jacket on, even at night, you’ll sweat a little. I have a heater pointed at me in my living room because I get cold easily. In the middle of a dance floor on molly, I’d still get cold. Today is “the” day. We’re scrambling about to put together the big reveal. It’s always fun and always worth it. But fuck I’m cold and no amount of hot water is changing it. I need a small bottle to put coffee in. Any body out there?
I’m writing this now because I won’t be able to write for myself again before midnight. Count the one in the a.m. for yesterday and count the one in the p.m. for today. I’m jittery, but not anxious. Every artist my boss has brought through the gallery has made art I can stare at by myself, dreamily, moodily, when everybody’s at dinner and I’ve turned off all the lights.
Please come look at the art. Please come meet the artist. Please come see me! I don’t care if you like art or not. I don’t care if you look at it and you see a piece of paper, or coins in plaster, or shiny seashells. What I really, really, really have always cared about, when it comes to any art form, is the story it’s trying to tell. And the story behind this show is… something fun to look at it with someone you’re getting to know. So bring a friend, bring a family member, bring that neighbor you’ve been curious about.
A quick thanks to the following for making the past few days a couple of days to remember.
Curator unnie, for all you do, for all the sighs, the deep thinking, the pauses of regenerative energy, the “You girls…,” the direction, the view!
Belly, for the laughs, the hugs, the odd facts, the pants fiasco, the music, the warmth, the roasts.
Nihun, for working so hard all the way across the globe! I miss you.
Verona, for “Bitch, Google me.”
Kai, for the tattoo, for making my left arm stronger, for your art and your presence in my home.
Pan and Chaw, for the bickering and the precious dim sum brunches.
Tori, for the business-only breakfasts.
And Bossman Bill – who might not read this in the foreseeable future – for the support. I wouldn’t have gotten here without you.
Thanks, pals. I’m super gay for you all.
See you at the show!
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