August 23, 2011
These Ladies Are Straight Gettin’ Their Kathy Womack On,  2011 18cm x18cm graphite on 65lb paper If you lived in Austin, Dallas or Houston in the last twenty years you’ve probably been exposed to the works of Kathy Womack. If not click on that link back there. Her gallery is located in Austin, not far from the old Sweatbox Studios on East 5th. On the few occasions I had to be at Sweatbox, when I wasn’t required to lay down an alto clarinet, vocal or hand clap track, I’d wander the area looking for food. Frequently I would stop in front of the Womack Gallery and look at her work. Like a Dickensian street urchin on Christmas Eve, I would press my sallow face and mustard-stained hands (I ate a lot of hot dogs) against the window and peer into the rich warm toned world of Kathy Womack. “These laughing women clutching glasses of wine, carefree, in lush amber and golden hues do not reflect my world.” I thought to myself as my hot dog breath steamed up the window. They were reflecting somebody’s world however, actual or desired, as she was obviously moving enough units to sustain her own gallery. So, good for her. My world was more Lone Star tallboy, worried and B&W copy machine reproduction. One day I would like to open a Dutchslavetrade Gallery across the street from the Womack Gallery and bring the property value back down. Keep it Weird, Austin.

These Ladies Are Straight Gettin’ Their Kathy Womack On,  2011 18cm x18cm graphite on 65lb paper

If you lived in Austin, Dallas or Houston in the last twenty years you’ve probably been exposed to the works of Kathy Womack. If not click on that link back there. Her gallery is located in Austin, not far from the old Sweatbox Studios on East 5th. On the few occasions I had to be at Sweatbox, when I wasn’t required to lay down an alto clarinet, vocal or hand clap track, I’d wander the area looking for food. Frequently I would stop in front of the Womack Gallery and look at her work. Like a Dickensian street urchin on Christmas Eve, I would press my sallow face and mustard-stained hands (I ate a lot of hot dogs) against the window and peer into the rich warm toned world of Kathy Womack. “These laughing women clutching glasses of wine, carefree, in lush amber and golden hues do not reflect my world.” I thought to myself as my hot dog breath steamed up the window. They were reflecting somebody’s world however, actual or desired, as she was obviously moving enough units to sustain her own gallery. So, good for her. My world was more Lone Star tallboy, worried and B&W copy machine reproduction. One day I would like to open a Dutchslavetrade Gallery across the street from the Womack Gallery and bring the property value back down. Keep it Weird, Austin.

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