this most recent whirlwind tour, where i airplaned in, attempted to torture all my local loved ones for a few days, threw up an exhibition and airplaned away went so yes. idk, i had fun.
this show went down like a drowning child (frantic/glorious), an opening for personal closure, and the scene was taser. 33 new/recent pieces, 2 books. 
the “there is a wrong time for everything.” show will remain on exhibition at the fell building til the end o’ may.
even the reading here (above), with introduction by no other than winterman hisself, felt damn on!
gr*8 times flocking bloomington, indiana w/ ms. j. shelley harrison the day before. though i was only able to experience a few hrs of this 13 mile ARThritIS mini-marathon as (knee shy), which began at W. That Rd. (srsly)….it was terrif! look up/look down.
giant thanks to everyone who outed it to make this all work: crab jackson, the winterpeople, j. shelley harrison, hien + fam, wwClaytor, terri fresh (from: gross air–coming all the way down from her space kraft somewhere over chi-ca-go!!), lunch skirt, everyone at the fell gallery, everyone who came out, hung out, old besties and new pals.
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