I went to this show on a day that I felt very old and heartbroken.
It’s not a good feeling, being old and heartbroken. It’s scary. You’re vulnerable. Ready to cry at any moment. Or laugh. Hysterically. You’re susceptible to uncertain influences.
And I am much older. I see a lot of references to the age 20 something in their very lovely catalogue.
But it made me feel good. To be there with them. Even if they weren’t there and it was just me and an empty gallery and their art. I forgot about all that old and sad stuff.
I felt the promise again. (Have I ever felt it?) Back when the world was a great and endless space. When romance was real. Really real. You could feel it filling your throat, the hollows behind your eyes. Back when talent and good looks and wittily penned artistic statements were as good as money in the bank. Back when everyone loved you.
Yes, I liked being there with the ones in between. They made me feel good. They made me feel.