David Petersen Artworks

Let the good times roll, friends of the Artworks, all signs point to the end of what was easily the longest, nearly insufferable, most-spent-indoors winter of our lives. In honor of this much-anticipated departure, just now, pants-less, I stepped out the door of the studio and took a leak in the yard.

Pizza Party! John Marks, who has made myriad motions of modification in regards to my writing manner, albeit minor, is throwing a pizza party at his palatial Phillips estate this evening. 8pm sharp. So what if the ‘long paragraph’ is an overused trope here on the old blog, what are you my freaking english teacher? Your crusts are usually too dry.

This afternoon, if anyone wants to partake in a discussion of the art work of one Richard Prince, in either English or French, maybe in regards to his use of appropriation as a tool to critique American culture or as a tried-and-true aesthetic device employed by all sorts of artists smarter, richer and deader than Reecharr Preence, one that the Artist has exhausted in every sense other than the one that has made himself très riche, that as the trendy commodity, feel free to meet me in the lobby at about noon. Bring me something to eat, would ya.

Tomorrow night, get on over to the gallery, Art of This, you know where it is. We have an exhibition opening for local artists Suzy Greenberg and Alison Hiltner and their conceptually collaborative show, PATHOLOGICAL. The party is going to be off the chain, especially after all the attention from local media. Plus, Alison has promised a short dissertation on the obsolescence of the contemporary gallery and the promising future of amphibious art work. Can you say ‘Pool Party?’

Two weeks from right about… now, yers truly will be touching down on a JFK runway for a brief four day respite in New Yawk City. I am already swelling with anticipation, feeling a rejuvenation, a revival of all my faculties, a certain je ne sais quoi that is being funded by those idiots in government who are literally buying votes by doling out checks. Gawd bless America. The itinerary of this trip is pretty simple, it’s all about chilling with the old boys from back in the day and eating at least four slices of Rosario’s a day. Plus, Saturday night is the big art opening up on 26th street. If I had more info, like I asked for at least two weeks ago dammit, it would be shared now. So let’s just focus on pizza.