It came to me in the night that the artists in this burg (and longtime readers of my non-art blog or former venues in which to read my stuff know to which burg I refer) have no idea how marginal most of the art scene really is...not just the makers but the venues and the ones who write about it. When by default one of the best art sites online depends on writers who get around by bicycle, then the great tradition continues of art writers who get by via holding down a non-writing real job, or more usually two real jobs, or three if you count transient gigs.
But fortunately I have decided not to write an autobiographical piece, because it has occurred to me that there are exhibitions about to close about which I have not written because others have reported more than adequately on them. So since readers who can actually visit it have already read at least two excellent descriptions of the piece (both of which give away the surprise), I shall only remind you of the existence of Martijn van Wagtendonk's remarkable installation at MoCA GA:
And those of you who do not reside in Atlanta and have no idea what I am talking about can comment and then I'll know who migrates over to this blog from the one to which I devote most of my theory and energy. Probably nobody except my two most faithful readers, both of whom know me personally and one of whom lives in Atlanta.
And there is some extraordinary work at Mason Murer (as I know from photographs and from the writing of others) that I haven't so much as seen because I seem to run out of time or out of energy before getting there. As locals know, I miss much simply because I am so dependent on hitching rides with others to openings that challenge my waning night vision.