Dear Remarkable Revolutionary or Reticent Rebel,

The Winter has a trick card up its sleeve and I'm betting on the Sun to show its face in time for morning.

If it feels like there will never be snow in sight on Saturday night you may find comfort in the light that the cold is being delivered to Philadelphia express from the East and runs straight through Valentine's Day.

Sex, blood, cats, dogs, kids, and crucifixes; come see it here or forever hold your peace…
You can't keep a man and/or woman from dancing so you might as well join us in the smoky jazz loft for the next exhibition at Diplomat with To The Ukraine featuring the work of Maria Voynova, Yuriy Salabay, Ivan Chernichkin, and Valentine Bo of the collective Both Left.

How did this come about you ask?
If I honestly told you chances are you wouldn't believe a goddamn word of it, but it's true so why look like a train ran over poor-pitiful-youthful ol' you?

We want you happy.
We want you singin' and drunk.
We want you to look at a few photographs and forget whatever troubles you have found fond.
We want you to talk about parts of theology that they used to throw people in prison for even considering valid to their friends.

Did I say want?

What I believe I meant was need…

Oh, stop it.
Don't make a couple beg and plead. It's not right, it's unjust.
Please consider the invitation straight from the two of us.

Best Regards,
The (Gallery) Director & (Currently Committed / Confined) Co-Director

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