Opening Reception February 25 | 6-9pm
Besides Chardonnay, midget mud wrestling, Angelica Houston, herbal colonics, celebrity memoirs, and the occasional Lydia Lunch track -- there's very little that I can say I love. Much like Donald Trump and his hair, love and I have a problematical rapport. It never works out.
Sakyong Mipham said that "Being fooled into trying to make things work out for “me” is called samsara. This is a Sanskrit word that describes an endless dark age in which we are completely distracted by the agitation that comes from trying to make “me” happy."
Love doesn't make me happy.
Enemas and Cindy Lauper do.
The show has lots of parts. All tallying up to something byzantine and refined, but without closing on anything exact. Concrete. Abrasion. Perversity. There's even a cat somewhere.
I think you'll like it.
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February 27, 2016