I went by Anthony Del Rosario’s gallery on Magazine Street, Nola 'Nacular, to see a show by a Los Angeles artist, Megan Whitmarsh. (She used to live here.)
The show was called “In The Year 2525”, after the very bad Zager and Evans song. The work was great–whimsical defamiliarizations of things we see every day, but in a far-off imagined future. Everybody got a weird news paper with strange fake ads for things like cave real estate. In the corner was a very Oldenburgian pile of crafted trash.
I saw so many people who were important in my life when I got to town, people who came to me and Sara’s wedding, but whom I rarely see anymore. We’ve all retired to our homes, I suppose. I guess they all knew Megan Whitmarsh back when. I’ve come and gone but they all stayed here. I wonder if I seem just like a partly forgotten memory to them.