i am politely awaken by robin @ the front desk @ 7am, "good morning rick, your bath is ready". what a dream come true. i slip on the spa's white robe and sleepwalk downstairs to my private bath...... an outdoor/ private stone hot-tub with natural mineral water from the hot springs... what a treat!
this is the way life should be, not all this $$ stress and fucking tea baggers, and credit card gougers of everyday, modern american life..
after me bath, i have a lovely breakfast of blue corn granola & yogurt. tea and an english muffin. i hit the road. good-bye TorC, perhaps i will see you for new years.
i get into ALBQ, NM, around 11am. i got my times and dates mixed up so was approx. one day late for the GO ALBQ DOWNTOWN ART FAIR. i finally find a place to park and find RAYMOND SANDOVAL @ his booth, wearing dia de los muertos inspired jeans and a mirrored, (as in disco ball) belt & buckle. quel fantastic! it's so nice to see raymond. he has the soul and spirit of an organic artist. very rare these days.
his booth has an amazing collection of his crafts from the last few years. some of the pieces i will include in THE THIN VEIL exhibition on october 17th. raymond will come to LA for the opening so i encourage everyone to come into antebellum and meet him.
raymond's BF tim comes by around 4ish.. he is bipolar, but the sweetest bipolar i have ever meet. . around 6ish i realize there is no way i can make up the mountain to jemez springs, @ night as tired as i am. tim offers to escort me up the mountain via route 66. beautiful drive, besides the fact that locals like to drive 2 miles an hour on a no-passing 2 lane road! we finally get to raymond's beauty of a home, (which he built by his own two little hands) and chill out with a cuppa tea, many of tim's conspiracy books and his doll of a cat named OLIVE. i burn a copy of the CLUB FUCK! playlist for tim and he is thrilled. he knows all the songs, despite the fact that he was 5 years old when club fuck opened. we chat the night away...we surprisingly have allot in common. perhaps i am bipolar as well?!
poor raymond drags in around 11pm... what a long day. he says some shrill woman was complaining about the morphine xmas wreath i have on display @ raymond's booth. the shrill woman said, "that is just tacky and bad taste." i won't credit the artist here on the antebellum blogspot. you know who you are you creative devil-dog!
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