Brenda Terry and I went to see Eat Pray Love. I wasn't impressed enough to stay to the end. She left soon after I did impressed that Julia was in the full Lotus position. (Check out my review on my blog.)
We met at MOD for a little coffee and friendly hugs and conversation. People hug alot on Galveston Island!!
Our allegedly schizophrenic friend James sat with us after very politely asking permission. He is very feminine and we would assume to be gay. He waves his hands flamboyantly when he speaks. He claims to be good friends with Bobby Ewing of Dallas. He says Barbra Streisand's advice was not to get into bed with scratchy feet. He shared a recipe for basil tomato soup belonging to a German lady, Mrs. Agnew. Mrs. Agnew recommends a dark Burgundy for making tomato sauce allowing it to simmer for 4 hours before adding vegetables.
James had on colorful geometric shorts he said he found in the trash on the curb. This is a man who is always neatly and cleanly put together as he speed walks the island for hours. He finally left us offering an excuse of meeting friends (lords and ladies) collecting cigarette butts and stuffing them into his pockets.
I enjoy talking to James. I have 30 hours of classroom psychology but this is the first time I have gotten to know what I believe to be a true schizophrenic. I wish there were programs to give these people dentures. His teeth or so bad as is so many of the homeless that I have met on the Island---gotta work on this!!
Later we were joined by Shaun. He shared stories of studying martial arts in Japan. I think he goes every summer. In addition to bar tending he has a small dojo. He's so cute.
At eight we strolled down to the Art Market for Jenny's and Debbie's party. Perfect example of a downtown party--we ranged in age from 21-75. There was wine and beer and snacks. Debbie and Ian sang karaoke. Clint got the courage to do a couple of songs. Debbie is talented enough to be a pro and has sang at Crowe's on the Strand.
Some of us sat at tables on Jenny's hand painted benches on the sidewalk sharing fried trout caught that day by Tony and David in the gulf. People came and went--lots of hugs, lots of introductions--a perfect neighborhood get together on 23rd and Post Office.
I have to describe The Art Mart. It is an art gallery outfitted with a living space. There is a loft bedroom. There is a bed in the gallery built on a 4' platform separated from the main space by a screen made from old wooden doors. There is a galley kitchen and a large bath.
The retail space has a stage set up with karaoke. There is a large antique dining table covered in all sizes of art on all types of paper. Above hangs a collection of colorful paper lanterns. All of this is located to the left of the front door. And on the wall behind the table are large paintings of women--some nude. (This old fat woman do not like nudes--hate to think of any comparisons that might me made.)
If you look to the right as you enter, a couple of overstuffed couches and chairs encircle a large faux fireplace that spans the wall from floor to ceiling. Somehow Jenny disassembled it and brought it to the new gallery, and reassembled it. Considering the ceilings are around 20', this had to be a very daunting task.
And every where you look there is art. I love the three foot person made from reclaimed wood posed on the end table. The mask-type 3 dimensional faces are intriguing. The red crabs with texture are a favorite. Her female faces are interesting and the best on the island.
And best of all, everyone can enjoy Jenny's hospitality because the gallery and her parties are open to the public.
Jenny is featuring women in the next art walk on August 28. She has been painting furiously.
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