Hi...haven't had time or capability to check in. Still in Canada. So I have some photos but won't post them till tomorrow morning. One of my dear friends got dumped last week. We pulled the forces together. Three to six women with her at any given moment. She was ten years into her relationship. He said" I've been with you ten years, I don't want to be with you another ten. " Ouch. Actually...there was another woman. Somebody they work with. Office affair. We put our friend the dumpee in hiding. So she has pulled away. She is a remarkable woman (would I hang with anyone who wasn't remarkable? Of course not. I hate being part of a bad scene) Chocolate, wine, beer, cigarettes, ice cream, swimming pools, late night talking, philosophy, what do you want out of life, how do we ship your stuff to a new city where you have several job offers...you get the drift. She'll be fine. She'll be better than fine in a couple months.We are an organic vibrant machine of love and community. The chicks. You'll beat this. This too shall pass. Avoid the workspace. Be strong.
That's where I've been for most of the last few days.
My friends from Sweden are in town. We went to a swish art opening for Andy Warhol's retrospective of his most incredible intuitive powerful years 1962-1964. The same tour I wrote about that hit Chicago. David Cronenberg was the curator and he made a cd narrating a perspective and insightful view of these paintings for the Art Gallery Of Ontario. That's right. I MET DAVID CRONENBERG! He has been an inspiration and force in my life of film making and art making for so many years it's silly. He seems charming and funny. I wanted to gush over him and tell him what a fan I have been and how I love his work...how my ten year old daughter gave me "DEAD RINGERS" for xmas one year. Thats some funny shit. (funny is a way that only a gothpunk mother sees as funny...like does my daughter need therapy now from her odd dark childhood of the macabre?) But someone else was already that guy...and I so didn't want to be that nerd fan. So I was gracious. An art administrator at the Art Gallery of Ontario introduced me as the "amazing Candy Minx" I said, "we liked your speech the best, it was short" (I know I am an idiot, but I think I'm funny...I shouldn't go out in public) I didn't even ask for a photo together. People were lined up for photos. I felt shy. And the scary obsessive fan put me in place and showed me context ha ha.
But the show: Andy Warhol/Supernova was stunning. There were six paintings that weren't in the Chicago show. Mindblowing. I will get some photos here later. It was a high for me to even be in the same room as Cronenberg.
The art gallery had brought a famous blogger, the worlds most popular blogger to the opening. I have no idea who he is he was at the bar when I was so I gave him one of my blog art post cards. I still don't remember his name. What a goof.
So, just checking in...enjoyed the soccer game. We watched it with a couple offamilies, the Swedes are soccer nuts. then we walked along College Street Little Italy of Toronto where the cops shut down the streets and ten thousand fans flooded the area.
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Hello, and later.