>Urban, Pollock, Picasso, Rothko and More

>I am just back from a much-fun 29-hour chick-weekend adventure with my friend LM. we went to see keith urban in concert in the DFW area, and it was an incredible show. if you get the chance, you should check him out on his current tour which goes into november in america, i think. www.keithurban.net. not a sour note played or sung throughout the entire show. very impressive as always. then we went to grab a bite to eat and a drink at humperdink’s near six flags and were approached by a selection of men. one man from odessa who was stupefyingly short on words and two others who were quite intelligent, confident and engaging. it is always refreshing to desire to maintain an ongoing conversation with someone. it is official — i find someone in command of the english language and a broad vocabulary very intriguing and sexy. it is somewhat sad that in saying that is the inherent implication that finding such a person is such a rare occurrence (the exception rather than the rule) that it immediately draws my attention and interest.

today, we went to esperanza’s — one of my favorite spots to eat in the fort worth area. then to The Modern — a beautiful building and stunning collection of modern art — the second largest only to the MoMA in New York City. i loved it. i find my connection to modern art, for the most part, provokes in me a sense of tangibility and empathy with the artists that it is difficult to muster with artists from ages past. i feel their pain, i suppose. do not get me wrong — i find a large quantity of what is considered art in the modern era not only intangible but also downright pretentious. and sometimes, i wonder if a piece’s entire purpose might not be to make fun of the very art community that is deifying its creator in the process of admiring or purchasing it for their collection. therein lies the beauty of art, i suppose.

all for now. going to read my sunday times. and to try to get some decent sleep that does not involve 14 thread count hotel sheets on an undulating mattress in a 20 degree room. wait that was last night. erase.

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I’m Christi, and I have been writing, well, since I learned to write as a little girl. I learned in my 40’s that writing saves lives and sanity, and that is exactly why I am still here.