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Sunday, July 26

Fun, sun and dogs

oh my dears
life is simply arti-licious in bustling little provincetown
Friday night was another sublime art crawl
with my new pals J and A
checked out my own painting woo hooo
called "low tide"
at the Provincetown Art Assocation Musuem 12 by 12 show
also saw the gorgeous mixed media show of Varujan Boghosian
who is just the cutest older gentleman
not to mention of course brilliant
I
really i just want to rap this guy up in a blanket and take him home
and bottle feed him
adorable man
of his mixed media work
loved the blindfolded minister
and the piece with children's blocks entitled "genocide" haunting
is the right word
later on
lest you think i am all culture and no play
i attended a "bra party"
at which everyone kept their bras covered
but guess it's the thought that counts

next day
attended the GLAD benefit with the divine Charlotte of OUTTAKE
(see linkie love list dears)

and Marilyn of everyone great in jazz
we are talking one truly high end lady
but she still lets me hang out with her
thankfully

Marilyn is also a great proofreader
and found several boo boos
in my post that i since corrected
so in case you all wonder why this is like the only
post you have ever read of mine with no spelling errors
now you know

at the benefit KATE CLINTON wowed the crowd
while I ate duck in tiny corn cups
and sipped on sauvignon blanc..smell me...i'm fancy
Charlotte FYI
just did a reallly well thrilling for me
interview with guess who? ME woo hoo
for OUTTAKE voices
will be up soon
so keep checking out her site and reading all the great
coverage or GLBTissues she is the queen of
the queer web world i say

today it was a drizzly day with a few hours of sunshine
i bumped into my pals Tom and Michael
producers of "Naked Boys Singing" and promised i would catch their show sometime soon
they swear its not just about the naked weenies
but that's why i wanted to go
i mean how often do i see a half dozen naked weenies?
dancing on stage?

the usual ptowners are about
john waters up and down the town on his bike
michael cunningham pumping it up at the gym
folks getting reved up for Lily Tomlins upcoming benefit performance
and with all the artistic legends
celebs
nudity
sun and fun
what locals seem the most excited about
is the new ptown dog park
go figure

WOOF as the BEARS say

Tuesday, July 21

the artful life

Oh my dears it’s been quite a spontaneous week here in ptown
There is just nothing lovelier to a caterer on her time off
Then un-scheduled time

Why oh why do we manhattanites
Schedule up to the mille-second??
It’s so un-restful
Oh perhaps this is not a Manhattan thing eh?
hmm
ok more of a work-aholic thing
but i suspect new yorkers have it extra bad

But here in ptown
Oh let it all hang out I say

A few days ago I went for a short walk on the beach and wound up walking 2 miles just about to the next town
Too tired to walk back
I stopped off at a semi sleazy hotel
And hung out at the pool eating fries and taking cooling off dips
oh
And getting ogled by bikers
Twas fun! This babe does not mind being ogled by large bikers
so long as they keep their hands to themselves


Sunday was an art salon afternoon at TJ Walton’s the host with the mostess
with dim sum and the ladies who lunch
And the grand dame Norma holt holding court


Met a fabulous new chick named Janet and her babe Anita who are renting the basement pad in my beach funky place, very tales of two cities this house, j wanted to interview Norma for her blog, will get the link to you soon dears, so I escorted Norma on her scooter and j interviewed her at the schoolhouse gallery which reps her
It was there that I plunked down a large wad of cashola to buy a Norma holt photo
But hey how often do you get to show a 90-year-old photographer legend that you appreciate their work, you know while they're still around to say
thank you
wound up in Norma's back yard drinking red wine
and listening to her talk about ptown 50 years ago

Later on visited the divine painter erna partoll in her studio to see her latest work and honey this stuff is da bomb, really interesting
i especially liked the monoprints


By the time this lady dragged her tuchas home
I was wined, cheesed and arted to the max
Oh culture on the sea
Ain’t it grand

if only life could always be
so free flowing

like wet paint dripping across a primed canvas
yesindeedee

i know
i know
i'm sounding too happy
don't worry dears
the bitch will be back
soooon enough

Saturday, July 11

The Provincetown Art Crawl

Well dears I must say of all the wonderful things a girl, or boy, could do in Provincetown
The Friday night art crawl is my all time fave.

Every Friday night, well in the summer anyway, an abundance of local galleries hold art openings. Basically it’s a chance to run in and out of galleries, mostly in the east end eating cheese and drinking wine as you go. Talk about a free night out!

The normal time frame is from 7-9pm but last night The Provincetown Arts magazine held a party for their new issue at The Provincetown Art Association Museum which started at 5:00. By the time publisher Chris Busa took the podium this girl had already had enough cheese to constipate a camel but no matter it was a lovely party.

Chris certainly deserves a heaping load of credit for bringing the art of this amazing cultural community to a wider audience.

Varujan Boghosian, a noted sculptor and mixed media artist, who is featured on the cover of the current PA issue was honored. Although I can’t pronounce Boghosian’s name to save my life, I ran into him hiding in the Julie Heller East gallery across the street, The charming 83-year-old man was a bit shy from all the attention and we proceeded to have such a lovely talk that we wound up hugging like old pals. He was actually far more interested in what I did for a living then talking about his famous art, just adorable.

At PAAM by the way, was a wonderful exhibition of Pat De Groot’s, a local artist, (wife of Nano De Groot) who I have met many times on the beach while she was walking her dog. The dogs have changed over the years, but not the constant creative spirit of this interesting energetic not willing to be elderly woman who has only in the last decade of her life received the recognition she deserves. I am fond of her work and was happy to see both her cormorant drawings and her horizon paintings on the museum walls.

I then ran to the Fine Art’s Work Center opening where I found my ol pal hell raiser and legend Norma Holt who while well into her 80’s is still one of the more flirtatious women around. Norma, a life-long photographer is long due some serious recognition not to mention moolah, but alas sometimes artists only get their real appreciation after they are gone, I mean look at Michael Jackson. Also ran into Ray Nolin who has excellent taste, (he’s a fan of my radio show) and is one of the most talented artist’s in town. I am happy to say I own several pieces Ray created.

I then trotted off to my fave gallery in town, The Berta Walker Gallery where the uber talented and highly modest Salvatore Del Deo who I have had the pleasure of exhibiting at the Artist’s Room in NYC, was being featured. Sal was showing a series of paintings done as though thru binoculars. In the group show room I let my eyes bathe in the works by painters I adore; Erna Partol (another great artist I had the pleasure of showing) was showing her painting of tomatoes done in her abstract fluid style which she had showed in the Incredible Edible show with me a couple years back, the legendary couple Robert Henry and Selina Trieff were there, still spunky, oblivious to being in their 80's and still constantly painting, one day I will own one of Selina’s chicken or pig paintings I just know it.

As I walked out of Berta's it occurred to me that some of the talented, charming, and really approachable living legends I'd talked with this night would not be here ten years from now. I feel honored to have met them.

After Berta I visited the Wolfarth gallery to see my pal Cid Bolduc’s opening. Cid, yet another artist I am thrilled to have shown, does fantastic work in wax. Her encaustic creations are, I suspect a touch dangerous to produce between the fumes and the hot wax but well worth it.

The day had really been a rich and inspiring one as that afternoon, I visited TJ Walton’s new gallery. TJ is one of my all time fave Provincetown artists and in many ways akin to a previous generation artist I also adore Paul Resika.

At TJ’s I was greeted by Patty Deluca, one of TJ’s students. Patty’s work was really wonderful, very very much in the spirit of her teacher with what I love most, A WHOLE LOTTA PAINT!, but still her own spirit shining through. I was shocked that she’d only been painting with TJ for 9 months, but then after years as a filmmaker perhaps her eyes were well primed.

It was nice to see an offspring of TJ’s on the walls and I thought of the way TJ had kept alive one of Provincetown's oldest traditions; that of the master artist passing on their trade and something of their vision to a new generation of pupils. I understand TJ will soon be starting a school at her studio which she is clearly passionate about. It just all felt very circle of life to me. Teachers and pupils starting with perhaps, Charles Hawthorne then the next generation Hans Hoffman, the generation after that folks like Resika and now we have TJ Walton passing on the torch.

So today is the first day of BEAR week in Provincetown and while hundreds of hairy, barrel chested, big boys fill commercial street, I am perched on my porch painting my heart out with visions of Selina Treiff’s orange chicken, Lawrence Young’s wax and paint nude, Pat de Groot’s black and white ducks and TJ’s boats on the bay dancing in my head. I am myself, my form, my style solid clearly my own and yet like everyone who has ever walked into a gallery in this town, I am also a sponge filled with the colors and images and inspiration of others, what stew shall I cook on my canvas tonight…ooooh let’s see!


Next week it's an opeing at the Gallery Ehva
where I just saw Fawn Potash's beautiful encaustic creations,(another artist I have shown) and will now look forward to work from Terry Rozo a great photographer who i've known since i was 17, and yes yet again, another artist i have shown.

wow...starting to think when i'm not painting, writing, cooking and ranting, i am showing a hell of a lotta art...not a bad legacy i must say..
but for now i have certainly said enough

Tuesday, July 7

the king is dead, long live the king

Being in Provincetown
I have been taking a well-needed break
From news, New York and nagging

But today I was plunged back into reality
Or well really an altered state
When I watched the Michael Jackson memorial
At the home of my good pals S and D
thanks S and D!

You know some of it was a bit over the top

But then the king of pop was just that over the top
He was bigger, better, badder and bolder

Since Michael Jackson died
I have been shocked by the level of love pouring out over him
And saddened by the simple thought
Were was all this love a day before June 25th 2009?

Like one of his heroes and one of mine, Elvis
Michael was embroiled in controversy, ridicule and paranoia
He became someone who had to hide from the world rather then roll in the embrace of the world
And yes he did become eccentric, weird, strange, odd choose the word you prefer if any

But today as I was watching the outpouring of love for him
I was struck with the range of people who had adored him, all sizes and shapes and colors and countries..

It also occurred to me that people who were probably heroes to many, maybe to millions
Called him a hero, called him a friend, loved him, people like
Brooke Shields, Al Sharpton, Elizabeth Taylor, Smokey Robinson, Magic Johnson,
Diana Ross, Madonna,

I was, one of the very, very, few people who was not a fan of Michael Jackson’s music or dance. Oh don’t get me wrong I loved the Jackson Five but by the time Michael was going solo in the early 80’s, I had fully embraced first hard rock, then punk rock, then new wave. After the slam dance of the sex pistols, I had little patience for the moonwalk, but that doesn’t mean I did not appreciate his brilliance.

Today as I watched his memorial I thought
It didn’t matter what he had meant to me personally, what mattered was what he had meant to the world. He had broken color barriers; he had given, given and then given some more to help countless charities. He had provided the music and the dance for more then one generation to rejoice in, to come of age in.

I don’t know what the truth is about the child molestation allegations against Michael, neither do you. Innocent until proven guilty I think should be the motto here.

My personal opinion is that Michael had lost his childhood and for that reason and others we don’t know was something of a child himself, a Peter Pan and that he loved to be around boys his own age, probably 13 and probably played with them like a 13 year old boy would and this seemed wrong to outsiders. That’s my opinion and who cares what I think really because I don’t know and neither do you.

What I do know is that millions and millions of people around the world cried today and danced to his music and sang his songs.

In the last minutes of the memorial when the Jackson family was on stage, his daughter spoke publicly for the first time and said simply that her daddy was the best father in the world and when she cried so did I and so did I’m sure millions of others..in that moment it really didn’t matter all the iconic greatness, he was just a daddy and a son and a brother and a friend and now he is gone too soon.


So I add my two cents to the trillions of others and say simply
Michael you were not my hero but clearly you were hero to millions
And for this and for your good samaritan work, I thank you and hope you find the peace in death that you did not seem to have in life.

oh one other bit of my two cents here
I think all the dancers, singers, musicians and crew who had rehearsed their hearts out and where just about to go on the tour of their lifetime with jacksons comeback tour should still tour
i think the show should go on

only with Janet and the jackson brothers taking his place,

just a thought

oh and one last thought
i do wish jackson had lived to do this last tour
that, i must admit i would have liked to have seen
i like a comeback
and for the record
i am happy for britney spears

it also would have given farrah a chance to be mourned
it saddens me that her death was so over-shadowed
but then we blondes do stick up for each other

ok that's really all my two cents
now
all i have left are quarters

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