by Buffalo SeanYou and I should meet. I’m writing this on October 20th. You are reading this on or around November 4th. If every anxiety that is tearing me up today continues unabated, please come find me at Ben Taub. I’m addicted to the news. I can’t sleep and I drink a lot of coffee. I feel like Tweak from South Park, really. No amount of calm and soothing tea and progress is able to squash the horrible aches and pains of my hysteria. Tell me what happens. No, no, don’t, I’ll find out myself. This is horrible. It’s exciting.
Politics, culture, time, space and entertainment aside, there are a good art shows that should be fun this November. Rice Gallery is letting Michael Salter create a giant styrofoam robot; the Museum of Printing History an exhibition by aboriginal Australian artists from Mua Island in the Torres Strait and The Station Museum has contemporary work by Iraqi artists in exile. As Houston grows by leaps and bounds there are art spaces opening everywhere. The two newest opened in October, Optical Project at 11th and Studewood in the Heights and =SKYDIVE= (the name comes with wings), just stop on the ninth floor and knock on 907 before you head up to Skybar (3400 Montrose Boulevard). Optical is showing Brit painter Maggie Hills through November, while the Dive= has an LA exhibit about sprawl through two weeks after the votes are counted (I’m freaked out about the context you reading this in right now) and the day before Thanksgiving A.J. Liberto of Supreme Court death metal band “Penultimate Justice” will curate the next show. But what about old things, you say? Well, The Museum of Fine Arts has a new Rembrandt. The Menil has 75 Max Ernsts for a festival of mid-afternoon acid tripping on the distorted memories and mesmerizing hallucinations of a mind going though international and personal trauma. You can always drive out to Katy and see all those terra-cotta guys if you need something older and crazier.
Well, it will be nice and cool in the afternoons in November, and it may be very lovely where you’re at, I just don’t know yet. I know I’ll be out on November 22nd for the Artcrawl on the eastside of Downtown (artcrawlhouston.com). It’ll be a nice, cold day and I can walk in and out of buildings, take a bike ride, sit on street corners and take pictures. Until then I’m not sure if I may melt my insides with bile or suffer a massive aneurysm. Well I hope the Phillies win. And a couple more good people too.
