Here's a bit of local "pillow talk" that's as even more meaningless than promises exchanged betwixt lovers amid post-coital bliss. Check this wordy art-review in the aftermath of a 1st Friday exhibit that nobody remembers . . . Read more:
A love letter to a pillow
The following is an informal response to the First Friday opening reception of Recreationical Serentorium, a collaborative installation by Monica Dixon and Annie Woodfill on view at Vulpes Bastille through the end of June 2018. Inside the gallery some people were holding chiffon bean bags and I felt a sense of anxiety.
Reminds me of the country song, "There were cum stains on my pillow where your head used to be."
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