Friday Fun with ID Collection’s Jim Williamson

It’s Friday. That means it’s time to hear from my sweet friend, ID Collection’s Jim Williamson. We kicked off the Dallas Art Fair at the Power Station. It’s always an interesting evening when we go to an installation, and we always meet interesting people. Some might be a little too interesting. Let me rephrase that: some might be a little too interested. Anyway the Power Station holds a special place in my heart as it was the place where I met my companion one year ago. I have to thank my dear friend—now known as Dolly Levy—for the introduction. Anyway, Jacob Kassay was the featured artist, and I find myself still thinking about his work even days later.

Except for priming, the artist doesn’t actually paint the canvas. He electroplates them. Yes, the same process that brings a shine to your everyday flatware or costume jewelry also makes for some really amazing art. I’m totally transfixed by all things shiny, so I had to Google this young, New York-based artist to find out how he came about this “brilliant” idea. I also have to thank Anthony Huberman, whose piece on Kassay provided mucho info.

Speaking of reflective surfaces, I saw myself in one upon our return from Malibu (or as we like to call it, the “‘bu”) where we went to celebrate our one-year anniversary. I was later told by an outside party that nothing really matters until you reach the three-year mark. Then another said, “Oh no honey, it isn’t crap until you hit the seven-year mark!”  I’m just happy to have anything to mark—whether it’s a week, a month, or something off my to-do list.

Anyway, back to the reflection. It wasn’t a lovely reflection like a Kassay canvas but more like a canvas of every restaurant we had visited up and down the coast from Santa Monica to San Simeon. Instead of retreating like a polar ice cap during the spring, my waist was advancing at an alarming rate, raising belly levels beyond the norm and cresting above the waistband. I have always wanted to be global, just not in shape and size. I was hoping that perhaps the skylight in the bathroom was casting a strange reflection. I moved to the left and then the right. Then I did the hockey pokey ,and I turned myself around—only to see myself. Just more of it.

So there you have it. We have reflected on a new and exciting artist, my relationship, and my ever-present man tummy. Oh, and this week’s photo comes courtesy of my iPhone and beautiful San Simeon—or as Hearst like to call it, “the ranch.” I thought it was appropriate given our discussion about reflections and light and other people’s visions.

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