Saturday, January 7, 2012

The Most Brisk and Giddy-Paced Times

Standing on a corner in Jackson Ward and the familiar faces just keep coming.

The aviator, the intrepid trekker, the DJs.

Inside, "Invisible Weight," a show by Sean Mahan displays paintings on wood of figures connecting, floating and being.

"Sewing 4," already sold when I arrive, depicts a young girl and old-fashioned sewing machine. Its purity is striking.

In the back gallery, "Moving Moments" by Erin Tobey takes a whimsical look at tables crashing through rooves and sisters transmuting into furry, winged creatures.

A friend buys a piece of a figure taking in air through a pipe to help her confront her asthma issues..

At 1708 Gallery, "Everything is Under Control," a video piece by Sara Pomerance is part of a larger video series, "Telling Tales."

The short clips of her family and friends leading their lives is melancholy and mundane, like far too many people's.

And because it is Twelfth Night, Richmond Shakespeare presents a reading of, what else, "Twelfth Night" with its themes of merriment (Jeff Clevinger's Sir Toby perfectly nailed the drunken shenanigans of an instigator) and love, always love.

"Love sought is good, but given unsought is better." 

It was suggested to me that it could also be phrased as, "I want you to want me."

Daylight and champagne discovers not more."

Avalon, mobbed and with a steady influx of people, provides duck pizza, pepperoni pizza,Thurston Wolfe Family Red (at the owner's suggestion) and questions of growing old.

Moments after our server told us it was last call, I look over to see a girl applying deodorant at her booth. Fortunately, there is no one else sitting with her.

I have seen many things in bar, but never anyone addressing their pit wetness. I suppose it was her last chance to find someone tonight.

Meanwhile, my long-time companion (eight hours at this point) hilariously and half-seriously explains to me that our friendship can be traced back to Abe Lincoln.

Everything hinges on something else and a perfect storm was required to bring it to fruition.

Twelfth Night, or What You Will. That's exactly what we're figuring out.

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