From "I Make Things" melzeppelin.blogspot.com
There was so much I enjoyed about my Friday night.
It was a First Friday, Open Studio night in the art-land over in the far South End, what's now called Sowa (South of Washington). It's a neighborhood of brick warehouses, old power stations and the like, which once straggled empty between concrete tangle of the highway and the now-vanished elevated Orange Line train, and now have become artists galleries and lofts, candy boxes of creativity and whimsy and the enjoyable pretense and pose-iness of the art world.
Checked out a medley of paintings and photos and unclassifiable stuff, which was calming after my work week of anxiety and fuss.
Got to see my buddy Mel, and her Pete, show a selection of ornate creations. And meet up my friend Vasant, and then wander through this winter's unique mess of high icy snowbanks, passing white entombed bikes and cars and crazy massive icicles hanging threateningly from fire escapes. I proved that I can bend someone's ear while clambering over a half mile of snow piles and icy brick sidewalks. Must be in my Boston genes.
When I first met Vasant, he was whining about the snow in Boston, and now he complains about the weak souls of his neighbors who fail to shovel well enough, which proves that he, too, is a proper Bostonian.
(Icicles...not the actual ones from Friday, but close enough).
