Godard only knows what I'd be without you.

Yesterday Mz. Moxy and I had the distinct pleasure of discovering the thriving cultural oasis that is Monrovia, California. An adventure so wonderful and happenstance, it could only have been set in motion by something as unfortunate as my first collision three weeks ago. Yesterday was the highly anticipated reunion with my car, and I was willing to make my first foray into public transportation rather than wait until early next week when someone was available to drive me out there. She caught me right as I began walking to the bus stop, all buttoned up with hot tea, my ipod and a book. I had mentally prepared myself for my pilgrimage, but I almost fell on my knees in gratitude when said she was coming to my rescue. Silverlake to Monrovia is a three bus transfer, approximately two hour trip. One that no doubt would have lent itself to a scintillating expository essay of confusion and mishap.


But instead, by the grace of Godard, my car was easily and swiftly returned to me and we found ourselves on the bustling main street of Monrovia eating funnel cake and sipping Mexican hot cocoa. And then. AND THEN! The “rock star of the art world” came into our lives. Now we did not have the pleasure of meeting this individual in the flesh, but his work and “gallery” entered into our heretofore unsophisticated lives and left such an indelible mark on our psyches, I doubt we could have handled meeting the source of such inspired work. Feast your eyes on Michael Godard:



According to the bio on his website, he is currently the "bestselling artist in America".  And this blows my mind, people.  Just straight up blows it.  

The bestselling artist in America is a man whose primary influences are anthropomorphized martini garnishes, gambling paraphernalia and flaming American currency.  America, this is your man!











And the gallery was a sight to behold in and of itself. If you ever wondered what Hot Topic would look like if they converted it into a space for fine art, then wonder no more. The Michael Godard Gallery will put your mind to rest. Dark, carpeted, a true union of commerce and douchebaggery. I feel compelled to mention there was a book of quotes available from Michael Godard. I can't fully describe what the wit and wisdom of this man did to me, but the book (nay, books!) are available on Amazon and I will most assuredly be quoting this man at some point soon. Alot.

I am also now on the mailing list, so the next opening/party they are throwing I am most definitely going to be there and, Godard willing, will be able to meet this visionary. Thank you, Mz. Moxy, for the joy and splendor that you brought into my life yesterday.  Hands don't create art, imagination and soul do.