It’s the beginning of summertime here in Bogotá, which means the high today will top-out at about 64˚F. I like to point this out to my peeps back in Texas where the temperature’s been hitting a miserable 105˚F. As was apparent while talking to my agent, Ree Reynolds, the other day, it’s that kind of heat that can make a person downright ornery.
“I hear it’s a bit warm there,” I started.
“Hotter’n a honeymoon hotel in Juarez. I done got (more…)
I’m currently in my home state of Texas, preparing for a small exhibition in Austin, slidin’ back quick ‘n easy like into that familiarity I call home. My carefully crafted, neutral American accent has fallen apart as I’ve slipped back into some bastardized hybrid of English and Twang (more…)
Occasionally, an angel, a paragon of virtue, a Maecenas (I ain’t afraid of no thesaurus) kicks in your door and tells you that something good is going to happen and your one and only job is to be ready for it. It may be that “being ready” means hauling 50lbs worth of paintings through Mexico on your way to Texas, but that’s a small chore compared to what awaits. So, when my agent extraordinaire, Ree Reynolds, came kicking and told me to be ready for an unforseen solo show in Austin, I said, “¡Viva México!” and loaded up some paintings.
If you’re in Austin, Texas, during the month of February, swing by Quack’s at 43rd and Duvall in Hyde Park and check out a seriously killer exhibition (more…)