Saturday was the 3 month anniversary of Leigh's passing. I honored her as best I could by doing things that reminded me of her.
I went to her ghost bike on Westheimer and Dunlavy and trimmed up all the grass around her bike. I left a small art card I had made and a fresh flower thru her tire spokes. I left there and went to the
Houston Center for Photography 's 27th anniversary membership exhibition. Leigh worked at HCP and had an interest in art photography. I enjoyed the exhibits, especially the ones they had installed on the floor. (
like this one ) .
Afterwards I went down to the
Rothko Chapel and sat for a while, remembering her memorial service there and what people stood up to say about her. I thought about George as well, and how the paintings there made him feel like he was being hugged. He was comforted here by works and by the presence of the space.
Later , I drove over to the Lawndale Art Center to see their
Big Show that just opened. Lots of really interesting peices there. Multiple types of media used to express the artist's intent. The one that stood out the most for me was an installation that was created with threee old school overhead projectors. I won't tell you too much about it, wouldn't want to ruin it for anyone who may happen to make it over there and see it for themselves, but needless to say ... the message projected and what wasn't projected , for me , was powerful.
So, it was the hottest part of the day by this point , so I went home to watch a movie and enjoy the airconditioning.
I watched
The Fall. Fucking amazing movie. I liked it enough to consider copying it onto my computer and making copies for various family members. I didn't , but just by the hairs really. I will be purchasing it though at somepoint in the future.
Stephen called me as the movie was ending he grabbed me up to go eat. Or rather to try to make me eat *heh*. We went over to a new place called
Shuck Daddy's. I kinda dig the place. They have big sheets of white butcher paper on the tables and they'll give your crayons if you want them. I spent almost 2 hours watching Stephen eat 7 pounds of crawfish from a bucket while I drank a metric ton of iced tea and drew to my hearts content. Nice waitstaff too.
Stephen wante dto go see some independant film about the last vampire down at the Angelica, but it just didn't sound appealing to me so I declined. I decided I wanted to go to an opening exhibit at
Gallery 1724. It was a show titled
Dirty Drawers. When Stephen found out there would be live nude models and free champagne he changed his mind about seeing the early showing of the movie, lolz. So we wandered over to Amy's ice cream for a quickie dessert and then I showed him The Movie Store ( which is the most super cool place to friggin rent a movie evar ) and then it was finally time to go over to Gallery 1724.
The show was interesting. Most of the peices were nude subjects, some in watercolor, some drawn, some in acrylics. A wide variety in pricing , which suprised me. I could have actually afforded to buy something there, though I did decide against it as i'm trying to reserve the remaining wall space at my new home to works that I have created myself. Slow going on that .... but you know , i'll get there when I get there right? It was kinda fun to be able to people watch there and to see what kind of people come to exhibit openings at small galleries like this. There were less than 60 people there , so it was intimate I suppose. I liked it. I definately want to do more things like this in the future.
Afterwards, Stephen ran off to watch his movie (
Blood ) and I went back down to Leigh's ghost bike to light a candle as it was finally dark.
After the candle was lit, I walked over to
Poison Girl, which was Leigh's favorite hang out. I'd never been before and I wasn't really sure what I would do once I got there as I was alone and not really in a drinking mood, but I still wanted to go and check it out and kind of be able to stand where she had stood so many nights, enjoying herself.
It was a really hipster type venue ... it had a kinda rockabilly vibe to the place. I looked around and saw that Leigh's family donated one of her most cherished peices of artwork to them ( or maybe it's just on loan , I didn't ask ). It's hanging dead center across from the bar. It was weird to see it hanging there at first , instead of where I had seen it before , on her apartment wall. But it felt good to see it, to see a little bit of her there in her favorite spot. I scoped outthe rest of the place and then decided to go home, I was tired and I felt guilty for just walking around and not buying a drink. I'll definately be going back though , maybe earlier one evening so I can grab a decent place to sit and kick back.
So I went home and passed out on my bed ... it had been kinda a long day on the inside of my head, but it was a day well spent.