Those of you who have met my good friend John know what sort of person he is--truly, in every positive sense of the word, an artist. He doesn't show his work (rather, he works on things that can't be shown, like underground living areas and building houses from the ground up out of things found in garbage piles and at thrift stores), so I was so excited when he told me on the phone that I had to come down to gallery Corridor 2122 to see a "surprise". I arrived right after work this evening and was elated when I saw these:
It has been awhile since I've gone out to see art shows, but this solitary evening was nice. I left Corridor 2122 with wings attached to me, hope for my dear friend who seemed elated, and rightly so. Every time I am around him, he is humble about his interests and talents, and so people don't expect a slow takeover of beauty from him.