In Joey Ayala’s intro/spiel to his Mil ocho cientos noventa y seis song, he lightly posited that the Indios Bravos of the last century birthed the propaganda movement in some cerveza joint in
The ART VENTURES @ CONSPI had the same beginning, maybe not egged on by the same altruistic ethereal, think maybe Mona Lisa or Megan Fox, a more earthy aspiration. Hatched up in Sarah’s one inebriated night (as all nights in Sarah’s are) by
But lucky dogs we all are (azurin kami). We never ran out of avatars of Venus and Caryatids worthy of Leonardo and Michelangelo’s time, who lent to us poor mortals their effervescent presence. We can all thank
Time and tide ever flowing. Time heals, and time destroys. Maybe the models were full aware of this. Ephemeral youth is borrowed. Her apos will believe her vague allegation of sultriness if she showed the sketches made of her sometime less thirty pounds ago. No one will or can disprove that of course. Some have more personal reason. Some really enjoyed the atmosphere of the group that they posed for them more than twice.
It will be a shame if this shared artistic synergy be put to an unwarranted demise. What a drag life will be.
C DARIO NOCHE
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