I recently crashed my buddy Alex Pardee's studio. I love Alex because he's just about as weird and psychologically intense as I am. Except he makes cool paintings about it, and I attempt to write.
This mad talented artist was getting ready for his new solo show, Letters From Digested Children, which opened last Thursday at FIFTY24SF Gallery on Haight and Fillmore. The place was packed. Like, sardine status. But I was a happy sardine; because Alex totally deserves any and all recognition and success he's gotten.
Without further ado, stalk Alex with me now and peep the whole studio visit here.
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