me oh my, still busy beans here and on an urban archeology dig through the demolition phase of a construction project (the wedding of two apartments on the Upper West Side-more on this soon)....surprise beams uncovered, overzealous sledgehammering revealing new spatial relationships, insulation living in the walls and looking much like confetti (evidence of the party life style of mice?), dead bodies. ok, no dead bodies..yet.
Meetings followed by more meetings and sandwiched with sheet and sheets of 90 degreed drawings. When people call and ask what I'm doing, I suppose 'drawing' doesn't dawn the urgent scene. Oh, this is non-pleasurable drawing. Drafting, that's the word, but who uses it outside of peonic job description.
OH! I've digressed. It just slipped out and slumped on the rubble of the floor. Smashing things, eating dust. At night, I dream of eating boxes of chalk. At day, I cough deeply. In between, I fill the joy meter with Amtrak adventures, singing to friends, helping open galleries and the latest greatest.....meeting fabulous flickr friends.
Swissmiss contacted me about aquiring a print of 
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....which was most high honor as I really love her work and her minimalist taste. So we lunch midtown at Soba Nippon...where they grown their own buckwheat in Japan..mmm...and strike up a fire full of laughs. My 12:30 meeting was the best of the week.
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