please allow ME to introduce myself

[Iris Sirius]

I am the curator of The Cured Epicurean.  We're on something like 24th
Street down towards the Hudson.  My father was Simon Sirius.  Back in the
60s he started it out The Epicurean.  Then he met McKenna.  What kind of
name is Terrence?  Terrrrrrestrial.  So dopilly ironic, it becomes, in
itself, un-so.  So, my dad, Simon, met Dementieva, who was my mother, but
she split on him first for a number of years then she returned to him after
he changed the gallery to The Cured Epicurean.  No wait, okay, hold on, my
mother is demented, she came back to him, and turned him on, *then* the old
man changed it for he was cured.  But then there was this whole argument
about dosing me.  This was the 80s now and Mom had gone bad into the
cocaine, gorgeous woman, a model from the Ukraine, she had a very thin
neck, and long blonde dreadlocks.  Anyway so she died, and then Dad simply
couldn't live without her.  Drank himself to death.  Leaving me the curator.

Bled is not a writer.  He's a chemist.  But he morphs into a fellow named
Elliot Welpster.  Who happens to be a nihilist.  And he's a painter.  A
real good one.  And this is where I come in.  My father told me when I was
a child that there would be a painter in NYC around, roughly, now, who
doesn't knot it but he paints a symbol in three of his paintings, which is
a fleur-de-lis, which, at a certain given moment in time, say, ballparking
he, now, right now, as the sun is rising, does something.

So I'm the curator.  Madeleine Maudlin, goddess, split Chicago and came to
NYC to end it all but she met Welpster, and being a nihilist wanker that he
is, she, on my advice, has put her suicide aside, and is now Elliot's
manager.  Then, through a new patron of the arts, Silo Siben, who wants him
to paint some Goyas, which Elliot can do flawlessly, Silo introduces him to
Bled Welder.  Which, who, gives him some home brew chemistry that changes
Elliot's perception of this world.

So I'm inviting you all to ME show.  For whatever reason, Elliot has chosen
to call his show IRRELEVANT.  His Goyas will not be on display, because I
don't work with Silo Siben, and her weird husband Benedict Rachmaninoff,
who claims he's Quetzequatl.

I will be showing Welpster's Visions of Blindness series.  They're either
abstract, or they're not.
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