Where would art be without walls to hang on?

And where would I be without beer? Questions, questions... is probably the reason why art exist. It's boring to ask questions at empty walls, if you ask me. Artwork makes people feel better at talking to walls and it certainly fills up walls with space, time, subjects, stories, equations and other stuff that amuse man and woman alike. So, it goes one night that I found myself at one of these art congregations, which there are a plenty of at any given night in this city. This particular one happened to be a show of a mutual new friend named G, whom I met thru M. I prefer calling people with just the beginning letter of their names to make it sound like I am writing a mystery novel.



When in fact, I am just writing facts. Factoids. Factualities. Photographs.



Writing a photograph is quite easy. I basically can make up anything I want because the photograph will support what I say. This is the truth about photos. The truth lies somewhere between the written word and the image and both are always communicating... talking... and embracing....



Just like walls...



The place is practically a bohemian's dream. Cafe. Girls. Club. Gallery? Wow! I want to go there every night... except it's missing one thing... BEER! Oh, well.... There is M in the middle wearing a sundress. I almost forgot at that time that I was sober and thirsty.



I thought that the electric signage on top of the store-front was very poignant seeing the sidewalk action. Here, I caught M's friend in a funny pose. She was either pretending to be a pony or had something stuck in the back of her shirt.



There! A successful extraction of something stuck, which now is loose.

Two videos for the price of one post

Hung out with M for the fourth time. Not that anyone is counting. Photos are forthcoming. I should just fork up the dough to get a pro Flickr account because I have to wait a week before I could post more photos since I have met almost all of my weekly upload limit. Meanwhile, it is always fun to hang out with M and I like the fact that she's not camera shy. Instead, it is the camera that is shy sometimes.



Above, was the 2nd time I saw her, if memory serves me right. Sometimes, I shoot to remember. This was during the performance of her friend Grace who is the singer in the video. I will be spending much of this memorial weekend memorizing stuff. One of the things I need to memorize being much needed rest and relaxation.

Mars thru a digital SLR camera

This is a blurry picture of my new friend, M, whose name, coincidentally, is the same as the little red planet.



Now, imagine meeting a planet in the flesh? Or, a person with a planetary name? Both would be enough to send me into orbit.



Perhaps, this is why Mars is a plural name because there is the barren red planet and there is its lively human counterpart living, breathing, talking and dancing in bars, which is a place of establishment here on earth that humans have built in order to be with other humans, while they drink influential libations, instead, of being alone in their respective rooms.

This is where I am now and where I'll stay for a couple of hours before I say nighty night.