The trip to Kona has not been without it's oddities such as the scary leather faced fellow Samir and I saw first in 2005, seemingly missing from December's trip, but this guy wins. Wins over the machete wielding guy in Pahoa, the giant bare chested Hawaiian kid on a skateboard next to white sands, the filthy dreadlocked haole outside of Lava Java.
First of all WHO is Michael Godard? And why is he the "rock star of the art world"? I had encountered the circa 1981 Motley Crue look a like, his lady friend, and another fellow while on my way to deliver sample decals to a couple of potentially new accounts. I thought "Hm, possibly lame metal band comes to play beach front restaurant", and yes that IS judgemental of me.
And then, as I traversed further in a pair of Target sandals almost as uncomfortable as the days earlier experience ill fitting Crocs on a'a lava, I saw the attached poster outside of the leading edge of the art world--the Wyland Gallery--home to quaint underwater mystical seascapes and dolphin statues. I spotted a second banner proclaiming him "thme rock star of the art world". Now even I should have heard of this so called rock star either by my real artist friends ridiculing his stature or through other means.
Out of curiousity, while taking a second walk in the uncomfortable Target sandals, I ventured into the gala reception while Samir waited for me outside. I saw a Utili-kilt clad artiste scribing his autograph to culture hungry girls and art not much like work I remember of The Pizz in the early 80s. Robert Williams as spiritual leader or Greg Dyer with a marketing department behind him only not as intriguing. The work was slightly Juxtapose-esque wrapped in a Tommy-Sixx in a Utili-kilt veneer...
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