There is something very moving about Nigel Van Wieck's paintings. They have that intimate, quiet, voyeuristic quality of Hopper - I feel as though I'm in on something that is about to unfold.
This girl could be my doppelganger. She looks so much like me (but with better legs) that it's almost unnerving. Just last week, two people said that they thought they saw me in places I've never been. I must have an evil twin running around New York - an idea that I find both intriguing and slightly disappointing. Everyone imagines that she is one of a kind, but I like to think my doppelganger is doing all the things I would never do - dancing on bars, seducing married men, cycling through traffic in a tiny skirt - so that I will never have to do them. I, in turn, am her proxy at galleries, Brooklyn restaurants, and Home Depot. Between us, our lives are fuller and rounder and messier than one life could ever be.
