Judgin’ by what Mike looked like at the end of the ‘Baked’ show I’d say it was a big success. She was covered from wheel to gear, splattered, stroked and slapped silly with paint. Mike is G’s on the road bike. Don’t ask me why she’s named Mike, even though I’m the one who named her. I guess ‘cause she reminds me of a Montreal lesbian/bike messenger’s bike. Anyway, Mike had a great time being the center of attention in a participatin’ art installation. Usually she’s just bidin’ her time , hangin’ off my right flank, waitin’ for a breakdown on the road to happen so she and G can go off on some magical mystery goose chase. Now she’s all puffed up with art stardom – ha! She won’t never need a tire pump now.
Well, a good time was had by all at Art Basel in Wynwood, that is, when they weren’t fightin’ over grid lock. The streets were that packed! I don’ know how it was at the Miami Convention Center, which is the official location of Art Basel. That's where they show mostly all the dead painter's stuff. Lulu tole me she’s scared of that place ‘cause they treat art like so many pieces of gold bullion. And who’s makin’ the money? Ole Vince Van Gogh couldn’t sell his work when he was alive. Now he’s spinnin’ in his grave for all the coin that’s been exchanged in his name.
Wynwood is where all the satellite shows like Pulse & Scope have sprung up and where for 4 days, guerilla art rules. There must’ve been a hundred outside walls painted with murals! Those artists had to stay up for 4 days and nights to get their stuff done. Performance artists hit the streets too. One tricked out like a bird in a cage. Another wearin’ a sandwich board that said, ”Just hand over the check”! Ha! Art is a tough business alright. Not like sellin’ dishwashers, that’s for sure! Come Monday though, the streets of Wywood looked like a ghost town. The art was still on the walls but no one was around to appreciate it. I guess ole Wynwood’ll have to have some more art festivals. Here’s hopin’ they do.