Treasures

The best gallery stroll yet started tonight with a stop at the Covey where we listened to the artist talk ("It's, wait for it... wait for it... chaos.") before making our way upstairs where we ate finger sandwiches and looked at leather art while a little boy screamed and roared in the men's bathroom and everyone looked around awkwardly to see who would go in.

On our way went into this antiques store (Iron Horse antiques) (surprisingly open at 8pm) after debating on the doorstep about going in for a full minute. One of the best finds in Provo yet. And listening to the owner get so excited about his match collection, and explaining how buying estates works, was the gem of the evening. Seriously, you need to go there. He also showed us where the makeshift gallery was for a cubano artist and that they are currently working on expanding back and having a seating alcove where he'll display his old bicycle collection. I plan in making boyf stalk the store with me until we can see it finished.

We visited the new studio, Innovations, where we colored with chalk on their chalkboard walls, adding to the scribbles and doodles of all who'd been there before.

Then we visited my favorite, the unnamed artist's studios next to the old Los Hermanos location, home to simple exhibits and works in progress. It is my most inspiring place in Provo. (Pictures to come next month, for real, I will not slack anymore.)

We saw these people dancing in the seats of their parked SUV and we busted some moves and danced with them a moment.

Lastly we visited the old Albertsons building the university bought and turned into a book binding / letter pressing / storage center--no big deal--where Jessica indeed takes book binding. It was wonderful, legit, and inspiring.

Now I should go to bed and let my muscles sleep, but I just want to music.

My purchase of the night, vintage playing cards: