I went to the Russian Museum of Art with my best friend, Jay...it was a great show of russian impressionists. We both were struck by the politics of this art, in specific, and a quote posted in the exhibit (I'll paraphrase) that all art is political or it is not truly art. There was so much control from Lenin thru Stalin thru Nikita Khrushev, yet the artists survived this censorship by making public, politically acceptable works and then painted for themselves privately...frickin great metaphor for our public and private lives.
It was the perfect day, good friend, like minds, and a committment to be artful every single wednesday of our lives for the rest of the year by rotating houses for studio work and museums for inspiration...
The question i left with was, "Does a gal really need sex if she has friends like that and good art to boot?"
Okay,that's a silly question... probably, but for the short-term, it IS enough.
Thank you dear sweet Jay for just being there, always.
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