Surfing this morning, happened upon this photo from an opening in Miami this past weekend. Generally, things are great here in NC, but seeing this photo made me remember how, after 10 years of living in Miami, I had gotten to know a lot of people in the art scene. I used to put on a cool outfit (one of the ones currently gathering dust in my closet), and my friends and I would load into a car, hit all the openings (which were always packed), and I would see dozens of ex-students, friends, and colleagues, often several times, because they were doing the same rounds as we were. We would greet each other by kissing on one or both cheeks, something that people just don't do here in Burlington. We would finish off the evening by going to a great Peruvian place at 11 or 12 at night, talking about all the art we had seen.
Due to the lack of distractions at my perpetual artist's residency in the middle of NC, I am getting more work done than I ever have in my life, but today, I miss being a part of a large artists' community, and I miss my friends.