where is my mind?
because it's been a long long while.... here's a corner pic..... this corner is in my studio. those are old old paintings of mine. what normally lives in that space is the wire blanket which has been gone and thus we filled the space with my old paintings. i know i made them, but somehow i feel almost disconnected from them now. as if another part of me made those. one that no longer exists. many more corners here . and corners started by the lovely amanda who is has been furiously writing a BOOK!! so very exciting!!
i have spent the last 5 or 6 days with our very special visitor. mr. hugh. he wanted to come back to the Bay Area to see some of his old haunts. he went to UC Bekeley in the 1930's. he has a recollection of prohibition.... he bought is first house in the oakland hills for $2500. $50 down and $25 a month. his best friend then was joe miner .... who met his wife when he and hugh lived together in a duplex on dwight way. he spent a lot of time at george hume's mansion house with a big balcony off the north gate [he had a fantastically gorgeous wife] - at the hume's was a 5 gallon glass jug [like water bottle] of gin that was free for the taking. hugh was naughty at times, but as a southern gentleman he seemed to be able to charm his way out of any real problems or danger. his friends... dick - the chess player w/ an IQ of over 180 - his mom was sweet and gentle. he died young in a car crash. calvin - his buddy from the japanese interment camps [he worked for the government for a spell and spent some time organizing those camps. regretable... but he said he met some fantastic people - even if the circumstances were not so great] who got pneumonia and died... hazel in SF that gave him a spare key to her apt [oh racey!].
he knows his mind isn't the same as it used to be and this frustrates him to no end. it is hard to watch a proud person struggle with buttoning a coat or dropping a napkin. but when there were those moments of pure clarity and lucidity he spoke of those he knew and loved you couldn't help but be captivated. it is my hope to be remembered like that by someone, somewhere, sometime. to hold on to the ones i know and love like that. because in the small details those people are still alive. and now that we know these stories hugh does not have to be the last one standing... the one to make sure joe, and george and calvin are not forgotten.
i must admit, though, that i'm downright exhausted. in the midst of this was my drawing class' first critique.... futile attempts to stay on top of a wholesale order and a website that needs to be built, and one that should be updated.... i did manage to get 3 boxes to fed-ex tonight... off to the next and probably last art show of the year for me....
i leave you with some photos of the last few days.... soon to come are some thank yous... i've been getting some amazing mail lately ! and updates galore to numerous things... and catching up.... what have you all been up to lately??
in front of wheeler hall
can't forget to look up
i think we all can use some luck