I was at artDC all day on Saturday in the booth for the DCAC and had one of those golly-it's-a-small-world moments. A man came up to the booth and was looking at each of the pieces and I thought, wow.... he really looks like Jay Wee. Now, I haven't seen Jay Wee in like.. fourteen years? I think the last time I saw him was 1993. I knew him back in the day when I was living in Williamsburg in Brooklyn, where he was one a large group of artists living in the neighborhood. I remember him being a painter... and maybe doing some sculpture... I think he was living in a huge studio space that was really an empty garage or warehouse or factory or something. I associate the space with Mr. Cheung, an older painter from Korea who, I vaguely remember being told, sold his work like hotcakes back in Seoul. I remember parties there... and that I lost one of a pair of earrings my mother had given me for my birthday in a couch in that place where I'd gone to sleep in the not so wee hours of the morning at the dwindling of one of those parties.
The last time I remember seeing him was when we were making scallion pancakes at Tabitha's wedding, which took place in an abandoned warehouse in Williamsburg. Strangely, I thought of him recently when I found a few rolls of pictures I made in the early ninties of a Brooklyn-based band I knew. He was friends with a few of the people in the band and there was a picture of him I made at a practice session at a studio in Alphabet City. I posted it in the music set on my website.
In any case, I was looking at him and thinking, damn, that really looks like Jay Wee... then he turned towards me and stopped, and said... you look really familiar... you're Julee's friend. Turns out he recently moved to Maryland from Brooklyn. And it was the artDC event, after all, and he's an artist, so it made sense.... but it was an odd weekend of overlapping worlds-- a continual stream of people that I ran into at artDC or across the street at the Warehouse that I knew in other contexts (from work, from AOM, from back in the day in another city). By Saturday night I literally ran into three people I knew I knew but I couldn't place because they were in the wrong context and everything had gotten mashed together (I figured each of them out eventually). And then met new people who I knew of from different contexts and got confused all over again.
Eventually I realized what I really needed was sleep...