Tonight I had the pleasure of being installed in one of Marianne Vlaschits' pieces at the private view of her joint exhibition (with Eric Holmes) Knock! Knock!
I spent a few hours, fairly drunk, as a nymph inside Marianne's cartoonishly (homo)erotic baroque grotto - part R. Crumb, part Carlone. I flirted with the gallery attendees, pondering my very own being (perhaps inspired by the Heidegger I've been reading) and chatted with Marianne, earning myself one of her paintings in the process.
And that my friends is officially the end of my Summer.
Pictures by Marcello