October 28, 2008
Sometimes I feel like my husband’s art is the other woman in our relationship. He comes home late after being with her all night, long after I go to bed. He sheepishly hides receipts for the things he’s bought her. He makes plans with her whenever he has free time. Sometimes he’s too tired from [...]
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September 14, 2008
My husband has a studio space in a local gallery that specializes in “his kind” of art–sometimes called pop surrealism, lowbrow, urban surrealism, and a host of other not-quite-right names. Every month the gallery has an opening featuring new artists, and all the studio artists have their doors open, allowing for a sort of personalized gallery event [...]
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