And then later that evening I went over to Theresa Byrnes' Gallery to see her new art performance. She emerged from a clay and dragged herself across a long canvas.
The apartment across the hall from mine is vacant and they are re-painting. I took this photo and posted it to Facebook trying to get someone I know in the clutch "Kramer-neighbor" spot.
Crazy mural when you enter. "The mural, designed by Ecko, puts visitors on the red carpet being photographed by paparazzi as they enter the front door." (source)
On Wednesday afternoon I moved a painting in our living room and found that someone who had been in our apartment in the last two years had secreted away a mystery bag of drugs and/or anthrax. (Turned out to be the former, btw.)
I spotted a photo comp of Dunmore, PA (where John grew up) hanging on the wall while wandering around that John used as the study for a painting he did that hangs in the living room (that I love dearly).
On Saturday morning, we took Maddy uptown to the animal hospital and dropped her off to get fixed. We took the dachshund painted on the doorway as a good omen.
And nope. No torture chamber either (Turns out the Minoans were an almost entirely peaceful civilization). We held out hope that there was at least a snack bar somewhere, but no such luck there either. There was however, a functional 5,000 year old plumbing system which our 80 year old tour guide told us she would demonstrate. For a second we were scared that she'd pop a squat right in front of us. But she just kind of pointed at it and told us how advanced the Minoans were. Obviously not advanced enough to leave some skulls or a torture chamber to cheer poor Fatty up.
