gnoll's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- art gallery when i woke up i was in a fitted body cast, arms tucked to the side and nothing exposed except for some wire mesh forming a face mask. michelle was next to me in a similar cast and we were amongst others, all in the front window of a gallery on queen west east of shaw west of bellwoods park (accross from the candy factory) It was night and the showing was in progress. later, out of the cast, i had a chance to view the rest of the works. not much to look at though, there was "us" in the front window another more ominous body cast on the west wall, a bland abstract painting on the east wall and a small crowd of patrons scattered around the 20x30 room. with knowledge of the "outing" of the body cast on the west wall a great deal of anxious tension began to make the crowd hum, almost literally. the artist was known to be violent and unpredictable though only through stories. When a figure stormed in from the back doorway everyone took a few quick steps back knowing it was him. He was somewhat short, in his early fourties, bald and rugged and naked. He looked like he just spent a month in a mine, his body was dirty and covered in scrapes and cuts. He had two broken beer bottles, one in each hand which i assumed he was going to use in "the outing" ...instead the cast began to break open by itself with the corpse of the artists father inside. The artist began to growl and scrape the broken beer bottles over his stomach and chest. As his scrapping turned to slashing the crowd quickly made their way to the door. 14:54:14 - 2000-03-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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