The western window wasn’t open, so why the art gallery shopping mall Vegas shifting scene nightmare? It was to be the first day off for a week, and then it wasn’t. The Borer Crate can be finished this day.  I told him yesterslack it would only take another hour. I lied. It took three. Tasks: […]

Too much sun, way too much sun. But that wasn’t the problem when the sun came up – The Glasswegan had arranged to meet me at The Castle, drop off the long-awaited Kohl penta-tryptych at 0830. Here at JohnsonArts, 0830 means be ready at 0825. In Glasswegan time, where the chronological arts are more fluid, […]

PHENOMINALDAY – No, I didn’t get laid.  Not That phenomenal. Didn’t land a job, ski, or dive. But almost as good – we’ll call it Goodday. I’m up early enough to field a phone call from the Glaswegan.  You remember, the Carmel glass artist who ostensibly engaged me to make a lantern, bounced a check […]