The gallery goes dim, flashes from a strobe set the mood, and then a strong, firm beat sets the tone and intro for the evening. The crowd mumbles in anticipation (they have yet to see a piece of work from this famed artist), but if he lives up to half the hype they’ve been hearing about in those art circles they consider themselves members of, it will have been well worth the wait. His humbled voice comes over the speakers… “I just want to thank you all for coming… I hope you enjoy the show.” The music cuts to a startling silence just before the room lights up, there’s a short pause for the awe, and then the music fills the room again. For a solid minute, everyone just stares…
Date: July 21, 2007, Written By: jonny.gotham
White. It fills the room. Lying on his back on a queen-sized bed, Jonathan Lu stares at the ceiling and for a moment, you wonder if he even realizes you’re in the room with him. He’s wearing a clean white undershirt with pajama pants (those are white too). “You know, I didn’t always have one of these…” he says as he slowly kicks his feet back and forth - swimming in the sheets. “I mean, at least not when I first got out here. I slept on a couch, and then a really good mat… God knows, I slept on that thing forever.” His eyes drift a bit, and he looks as if he didn’t really mean to let that last fact slip out. The sigh he lets out afterwards confirms.
Date: May 01, 2007, Written By: jonny.gotham