I woke up at 3:30am, no surprise there. I drank 3 coffees and ate an ensaïmada (my favorite!) while looking at the Pedrera in the dark. Around 7 I went to see the Chanel girls. This season’s mannequins don’t have faces and the store no longer has bars to protect it at night like it did when I was living here and occasionally enjoying looking at it drunk at 2am. I walked on, went to see my favorite church, Santa Maria del Mar, but I was too early and it was closed. I ended up walking around in the part of town the show will take place and saw several advertisements for it. I even got to check out the venue (the beautiful 13th century Museu Maritim) and consult with some of the people who work there as to the best entrance to show up to with my suitcases full of art. Then I went shopping at the Mercat de Sant Antoni (cheaper and less crowded than the Boquería, but oh-so-charming!). I’d nearly forgotten how affectionate Spanish market vendors get when you buy things like cooked lentils, olives, and canned clams from Galicia. I carried my loot home, ate an amazing lunch, painted, rested a bit, then set out again. As a powerful intention-setting exercise, and also something fun to do, I went to the nearby Servicio Estació, the fabulous multi-level hardware store with a terrace overlooking the back of Gaudí’s Casa Battlò. There I bought everything I need to wrap the art for collectors when they purchase it (including sturdy yet cute bags that can hold several seascapes), and 🔴 red dots as well. Buying red dots 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴 is telling the Universe I’m ready to sell everything I’ve brought (Though I know some people who hope that Cinderella comes back to Texas).
Here’s hoping I sleep well – and past 3:30am – and am in top form tomorrow to get my art to the venue, hang it to my liking, then attend the opening party in the evening.