It’s a Small (Art) World

I logged onto DaddyHunt this morning to find an electronic “grope” from this smiley geeky chubby guy who has groped me many times before, but I decided on a whim not to ignore him again and to check him out–maybe he’ll be more appealing this month. In one picture of him in his bathroom, flexing his muscles like a circus strong man, there are photographs on the wall that look a lot like—Jumpin Jehosaphat, they ARE my work!! Two blurry plum blossoms and two blurry chest hair swirls from my 1997 installation Night of the Hunter! I immediately fired off a note thanking him for the grope and for supporting my work and invited him to see my show, up now through November 30 at Mark Wolfe Contemporary Art. This all sounds like the makings of a really great Judd Apatow–or David Cronenberg–film, with us at the end walking hand in hand at the mall or me splattered on the floor of the Kabuki Hot Springs having been swindled by the Eastern European art mafia. Hey, if it means another sale, I’ll do what I have to do. More later, as Collector Chub responds!