It’s not really the beginning, as I’ve lived in Seattle for almost three years. But, I’ve been here and not here at the same time. I went to the end of the world, nearly fell off the edge, and came back with a baby. Maybe when I know you better I’ll share details. But I’m healthy and he is healthy, and, in short, everything feels new.
New is my decision to not be quite so cloistered in my studio, and insert myself more actively into this community.
So last night at First Thursday, in my new-found social enthusiasm, I went up to Greg Kucera (might as well start at the top?) during the Vice-Presidential debate-induced lull at Platform and:
SB: Hi I wanted to meet you. You are Greg Kucera. I’m a painter. I live here.
few long seconds of silence
GK: Well, good. [as in, for you]
Not really so good. But, you know, he is a pristine mammoth and I am a struggling young artist so how else could it have gone? After this little intro, I initiated an awkward conversation about encaustic. I respect the man, I admire his gallery. Maybe I’ll make myself meet some new fancy person at every First Thursday. Then I’ll give myself a gold star when I get home.
