But Alexander Pope I hate you slowly,(with a slow burning vengence ) with no good reason other than jealousy of your rhymes! And your wisdoms your insights your poesies your greatness become a world of unhoneyed rhyme. I remember Bernie Van Marm and I climbing high into these giant trees in the park behind the Art Institute and the lake (Lake Michigan) we got on a jag in those trees, Bernie would go higher than me. I remember thinking if I break a leg my college days are over.
I asked Darsi Alexander for an exhibition at Walker and she's going to do it. Which is very happy outcome and I think people will get an eyeful and it maybe can set things straight about my art . Some art does have a bite, the world is still a very inhospitable place for art too close to truth. David Wojnarwicz's posthumous offense (from a censored video) really shows how hyped up the body politic is to the notion of offense as it seems to get when more Republikans show up in D.C.
The thing I imagine about a detective story is writing it spontaeously so the writer doesn't know where s/he is going. This is oddly how I make art sort of out of thin air, from nothing to something. But the analogy to detective yarns goes further I like my art to be puzzling and intriguing as opposed to enlightening at first sight. Some of this I guess is my native inclination towards complexity and mysticism. I do think life and art are an intertwined riddle. I set out to be an artist long before I had an inkling of what art was.
Lately I think about life as a tour and as you age you start your farewell tour before you vanish forever.
Don Judd is the new Henry Moore. Everyone seems to think highly of the late Don Judd's sculpture. Like Henry Moore the general opinion rates Judd as best of his age, though some folks like myself feel his sculpture functions more like formalist abstract geometric painting than like a sculpture. As Henry Moore's sculptures seem to have a function like illustrations for noble feelings ie. grief , rage etc. But I like the Judd's art better though it seems a form of sculpture which arises from painting and especially his color.
Of course that was mid 1970's the talking with Dr Hopps. Correspondence between us is in Smithsonian Files from National Gallery - a slim manila posterity with me and the man who loved Marcel Duchamp's art so much - Hopps did the first American one person show of Duchamp at Pasadena Museum of Art . Hopps started Ferus Gallery in Los Angeles on the beach in Venice district. Showed the big kahunas Robert Irwin the fetish finish artists including John McCracken whose shiny planks in so many colors ..
Lived for many years just a couple blocks from the Lake Street Kmart. My kids grew up there too. I worked at the art school for many years as an apologist for elitist modern art and for the fading Give Peace A Chance generations. The disillusionism following the end of the VietNam war was deep. It was so much the place where the country perished.
Geez I returned to Wastebook, I guess I have to start over, it's against my better judgement but my better judgement was never very good! Without Wastebook I get next to nothing coming in on the pc. Stu Mead will return a message on the email but my son Peter not as often as he once did, he's busier now . Tomorrow is Thanksgiving a holiday I used to love which I'm not so crazy about these days, a big meal can mean gout.
This is the story of my three sons, or part of the story since the story goes on in actual time. Peter my oldest son invented the Internet and owns WSJ see his site there. Sam owns a string of Magic Card distributorships in Western US. Max is close to performing with (Name Withheld). Honestly Maximilian is 25 little boy now huge like a WR.
So how did this happen? It's kind of personal, like when you are intimate with someone for the length of the sex act.
No it's more than being Salmon eggs !! NO it's the return to Jerusalem (on Lake Street)!