It's strange sometimes how you need to blog and then don't want to blog - it doesn't seem to have anything to do with mood, or activity, or inactivity, or restlessness. Maybe that's why there isn't a textbook cure for writer's block, or artist's block. It all just starts and stops for a combination of reasons snarled up and inexplicable. But I miss writing to my blogging friends, and one thing I can promise-I'll be back in their worlds very very soon.
In the meantime, here's my Saturday night in Ft. Lauderdale's FAT Village, a neighborhood that my friend Amy and I wandered through, (we are Amy Squared, you could say), after a screening of High Art at Girl's Club. It's a night-shadowed and art-lit few blocks of taggers, galleries, warehouses-turned-galleries, with a giant prop shop, a puppet workshop, studios and a theater space that opens to the street, all spray painted and stenciled into one big indoor/outdoor funhouse.
|Samsara Folk Art Gallery|
|Leah Brown at Rip Her to Shreds at Projects South|
|Jackie Tufford in Rip Her to Shreds at Projects South|
|Donna Haynes at Rip Her to Shreds|