Space, Sponsor and Spiel Ltd

I received an email from a friend across the ocean today who has always been a good ally to the artist. I have mentioned him before. He is an extrovert introvert. He is also a great communicator and I marvel at his witty take on the serious side of life, as well as his seriousness on fun. He was in part getting in touch to inform us about an exhibition curated by the man - the ally and friend - whom the artist is seeing tomorrow. I had already seen some reproductions of the work this contact is showing in collaboration with another gallerist. One was in the email, too. They are sometimes large and detailed drawings, as in the artist's work, though the artist of the images uses only pencil. The subject matter is more public and kind of earnestly symbolic. More masculine, in a way, too. More butch. There is no hint of any of the motherhood, say, or out and out acknowledgement of childhood, in the artist's work. But not everyone, I concede, is interested in that, or brave enough to admit its overwhelming importance. Life hangs from it. Tomorrow relies on it. I hope the artist enjoys the experience of seeing someone about her work tomorrow, even though that person is not the person with the actual gallery but the person with the connection to that gallery. I am sure she will be more than fine. Even if nothing comes of it, she is still a great artist. It is absurd in a way that the artist should have to do all this leaping, so precariously, from one rock of hope to another, when in fact her work is really so much bolder than most people's work, and her ideas so much more developed and evolved. I don't wish to come across as arrogant in any way on behalf of the artist but it must for her be rather like being the brightest person in the room, and, one by one, having to wander with your cup and saucer up to every living soul, and listening to their life stories without ever once being asked about your own, which is epic if only they knew, gripping, dashing, industrious, eccentric, passionate, sweet, sweeping, grounded, and ongoing. Who knows, maybe we will just have to end up putting on an exhibition of the work ourselves. With this and the previous 111 daily entries as part of our catalogue. All you seem to need these days is space, sponsor, and spiel.