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[16 Feb 2007|07:53pm] |
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Sage Francis - 'The Buzz Kill' (thx Nimil) |
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Today while on break, I was thinking aloud about how I would have to pick up the painting I submitted to the Hygienic Art gallery on Sunday. Then L mentioned that she was pretty sure the show ended on the 11th.
...Oops.
When I first brought the piece to the gallery, I had to fill out a form, with my name, the name of my work, contact info, etc. It also mentioned that any art that did not sell had to be picked up on such-and-such a date -- which I could have SWORN was Sunday, the 18th -- and that all art not claimed by that date would be disposed of (not sure HOW, exactly).
Turns out I was wrong -- which means I'll never get that piece back. Oh fucking well. So much of my art has fallen to a similar fate. I wasn't really crazy about it anyway, so it's no big loss. Part of me is even relieved that I don't have to drive back down there now -- it would have made my Sunday kind of a crazy day, since I have my sister-in-law's baby shower to attend (*gag*) and Junion's 1st birthday party later on in the day. Bah, all I want to do on the weekends is hide out and home and not have to talk to people.
'De-Sexed II', R.I.P. 2007
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