Bwee! Dad and I visited the Dallas Contemporary Gallery this afternoon to see the Members Show, as I missed the opening when I was in NYC (the pictures from which I have already uploaded to Photobucket and will post and caption soon). All the members of the gallery were invited to submit one piece of work to be shown, then a critic selected five artists to have their own group show. As my family and I are all members, we each submitted a photograph, Death in my case.

I wasn't selected as one of the five (as expected -- there were some 300 submissions and I had no delusions of grandeur), but I was delighted to see that after the opening, the gallery director had since put little blurb talking points below certain images in order to stimulate those unaccustomed to contemporary art, and mine was one of those twelve. Twelve out of three hundred were highlighted by the gallery director as being particularly intellectually stimulating! I am so good!

Apologies for the lack of posts as of late. I haven't given myself the chance to sit down and compose a massive New York post yet, and I feel weird about blogging about day-to-day stuff before the big NYC post is done. Even I don't understand my logic, so don't try. :D

Um, I've seen Spiderman 2 and Farenheit 9/11, both of which were keen. I still can't find my glasses, which were lost in New York, not unlike Macaulay Culkin. Rachel and I have schemed diverse madcap exploits, most of which centering on Firefly. Life is good, and I'm off to Santa Fe tomorrow for a photographic workshop, taught by the godlike Keith Carter. Pardon me whilst I gurgle.