From my trip yesterday to the Coconut Monk's faded fantasy island in the Mekong Delta
I'm in an internet cafe with sky-high ceilings and encaustic-tiled floors. The air's as languid as this DSL connection. Saigon has been a swirl of traffic and pho and salon-style paintings presented with gracious reserve. Also encounters with a few forthcoming gallerists who have progressive attitudes about how to promote their artists.
Tomorrow I'll head down to the Delta, and will be "off the map" for a few days. Next week I'll be back in Saigon to follow-up on art-y contacts and pick up my better half for our journey to central Vietnam.


