danielle came home and we collapse into old wonderful patterns, the only one i retained from high school, there must be something there.

she liked romaine brooks, i knew she would, its odd how much my taste has changed since and how much things have changed.

duncans show is up at fab, wall paintings, things propped up, things on floors, elegant complex wonderfully played out, nostalgic formalism, but he never calls himself a formalist.

and the show downstairs, seeping pigment thru white sheets, like if helen frankenthaler did right of the first night, and clumsy random paintings,which bored... and an installtion peice with honey and troughed canvas's that looked medical.

purple ink and red chalk make me as happy as mechanical penguins.