Went out to Zuzu again last night for Lonewolf's party. He's visiting Boston for Christmas and came out to do a night. Added bonus, Von and Marissa were in town to make everything cheerier and merrier and funnier.
Christmas came early last night for the lawless and indelicate cohabitation experiment that is my life with Brian. Poised for a family scandal at a moment's notice, I'm pretty sure mom and dad don't read this blog, thank Jesus. Pretty baby gave me a brand new digital camera which is sleek and sexy with every desirable trait. Likewise, I think he looks pretty good with new Christmas diamonds.
I wrote a review for Real Art Ways' really excellent show of contemporary West Indian art, at Big Red & Shiny. I loved the show, and it has had a lasting impression on me. Its politics are visceral, complicated, with powerfully executed works that show the artists' forces of will and material elegance. For me, it revivified the idea of a credible "identity politic" as sub-thematic in an art show. I'm afraid my writing was only barely able to convey that sense of urgent agency. But, whatever. I'm a painter not a writer.
my favorites:
Zak Ove
Lawrence Graham-Brown
Satch Hoyt
O'Neil Lawrence
Quick, read this interview... Alice Pfeiffer at AiA gathers together two beauties Rainer Fetting and Christian Schoeller in Germany. The two of them say a few things that hit me hard and basically reiterate convincingly (if offhandedly) the problem of being a gay figurative painter and offer some other vocabulary which are perhaps better descriptives. It is nice, for once, to hear artists and an art writer discuss the bulk of conceptual art as market-driven and trend ready.
For instance, why is there so many triangles in abstract art right now, why have there been so many deer and why do so many sculptors prop wooden dowels up against gallery walls? No hate just saying.
I had an opening last night at Proof Gallery and then we went to a Christmas party in Roslindale of all places. Hosted by the genius Lisette, below:
Jacques Cabaret last night for Perestroika, the greatest drag show in the world. The club was absolutely packed with a line out the door for the girls' 3rd anniversary performance. Inside, the room was a who's-who of awesome faggots. Also- Jacques must be the place where Jack Pierson learned everything he knows about art. 
