anxiousIt was kind of an odd exhibit. Ostensibly it was about the Norns, who are beings similar to the Kindly Ones. Three artists were part of the show - one who works in fire, a photographer, and a tattoo artist. The art was interesting - the tattoos, which were what drew me to go see the thing in the first place - were very nice - nice enough to make me think about packing myself off to Denmark to have him do some work for me. The woman who worked in fire displayed photographs of these shapes she'd sort of carved on the hillside with flames, which were sort of anti-climactic compared to the photos of Pyrosutra and Cirque de Flambe that I've seen. The photographer actually turned out to be a sculptor - or something. It really wasn't terribly clear. In particular, other than the title of the exhibit and one small placard, it was remarkably UNclear what any of this had to do with the Norns. Very strange.
Turns out Erik Reime, the tattoo artist, was in town doing guest work at Tina Bafaros studio - back in May, according to a flyer I picked up and am just now looking at. Maybe he'll be back at some point.
Then I went up to Aurafice and scribbled madly for a while, driven into the computer room by the new barista's musical selections. He seems like a real sweetie, but he tends to play music I simply don't care for in a bland throw-away rock kind of way. So I curled up on the couch there and wrote buckets of crap, some of which I may or may not transcribe.
Back home and killing time till Sharkins gets here later. Can't decide if I should try to take a nap or not. I'm actually feeling kind of odd - but it's always strange to talk to Sarah when her brother is around, it seems. I'll mark it down to that and move on.
