I've just been run down by some kind of post-show bug. Strangely it's not completely gross and nasty. Sure, there's the sand-papered throat and the deep-chest coughs to consider. But the light-headed wooziness is sorta pleasant in the oddest way. Like my head is floating on one of my peaceful, papery clouds; beckoning to the rest of my body to lie down next to it and get some rest. I may change my mind depending on how this germ progresses.
Just a few days ago, my brother and I were talking about stress and how it must infuse the body with some sort of immunity to minor disease. Of course, when the stress fades, the body drops it's guard, utters a sigh of relief, and gets wallopped.
In any case, I'm going to try and work through this thing, albeit at a turtle's pace. Here for your amusement are some photos from the Kaiun Fukubukuro show at Gallery Bartok in Ginza. The show went very nicely and I was able to chat with tons of very cool people. Really, these shows are pretty much my only social life these days. There would be more, but my bashful wife forbade me from showing any pics with her in them. It's for the best. When she's in frame, nobody looks at the work anyway.
You can see the photos on my Flickr page.