True stories, amazing coincidences. I was returning from Portugal when I met a beautiful woman who digs my art. It seems my new friend was returning home to Venezuela, from Mozambique (where she had been teaching, and has plans of opening a school), when we had our chance meeting at the airport. We both got stopped at security, me for my skateboard, and her…some kind of passport mix up .
So we chatted. had some coffee, exchanged info and promised to stay in touch. I headed back to the streets of NYC, and she headed back to Venezuela. A month later, I jet back to Miami to get my Art Basel on. And for kicks, I decide to upgrade to first class (You never know who you might meet, right). Well, I met an interesting man who deals in art and antiquities, go figure. So we chatted the whole flight about art, and Art Basel. So, beautiful woman, influential connected, and damn nice art guy. I’d probably never see them again right? Like what are the chances that these “new friends” would be in Miami at the same time that I’m there, let alone be at my exhibit…right?
WRONG. I’m nobody, and most who read my blog already know, I believe ANYTHING is possible. And, I guess I’m just lucky, very. Arron, the gentleman from the plane that I sat in first class with, turned out to be the president of Eostone, Eostone was exhibiting with O-Cinema for Art Basel. We were sharing the same address, the same venue. And as for the beautiful damsel in distress, I met returning from Portugal, guess who was a surprise guest at my Art Basel Exhibit? Yup, flew in from Venezuela, and just happened to be in Miami during my exhibit . Amazing. Speaking of which, that’s exactly how she looked modeling this dress made of clothespins for me. How’s it hang’n? Pretty damn good if you ask me. Thanks so much for coming thru, and what a joy to meet her Moms and her Sister.
Oh, did I mention. I had flown to Miami a couple of weeks prior to Art Basel to meet with Cricket Taplin from the Taplin collection, and owner of the Sagamore hotel with her husband . And to secure a venue for my exhibit. So, as I’m charging my phone, waiting to board the plane to attend my first Art Basel, someone says “What’s up Nobody.” Huh, a guy walks toward me an introduces himself to me… He’ Cricket Taplin’s son.
Don’t you dare pinch me. You just let me keep right on dreaming.