Sunday, July 26
oh my dears
and Marilyn of everyone great in jazz
Marilyn is also a great proofreader
at the benefit KATE CLINTON wowed the crowd
today it was a drizzly day with a few hours of sunshine
the usual ptowners are about
WOOF as the BEARS say
Tuesday, July 21
Oh my dears itís been quite a spontaneous week here in ptown
Why oh why do we manhattanites
But here in ptown
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
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
if only life could always be
like wet paint dripping across a primed canvas
Saturday, July 11
Well dears I must say of all the wonderful things a girl, or boy, could do in Provincetown
Every Friday night, well in the summer anyway, an abundance of local galleries hold art openings. Basically itís 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 canít pronounce Boghosianís 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 Grootís, 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 Artís Work Center opening where I found my ol pal hell raiser and legend Norma Holt who while well into her 80ís 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, (heís a fan of my radio show) and is one of the most talented artistís 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 Artistís 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 Selinaís 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 Bolducís 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 Waltonís 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 TJís I was greeted by Patty Deluca, one of TJís students. Pattyís 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 sheíd 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 TJís 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 Treiffís orange chicken, Lawrence Youngís wax and paint nude, Pat de Grootís black and white ducks and TJís 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 tonightÖooooh letís see!
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..
Tuesday, July 7
Being in Provincetown
But today I was plunged back into reality
You know some of it was a bit over the top
But then the king of pop was just that over the top
Since Michael Jackson died
Like one of his heroes and one of mine, Elvis
But today as I was watching the outpouring of love for him
It also occurred to me that people who were probably heroes to many, maybe to millions
I was, one of the very, very, few people who was not a fan of Michael Jacksonís music or dance. Oh donít get me wrong I loved the Jackson Five but by the time Michael was going solo in the early 80ís, 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 doesnít mean I did not appreciate his brilliance.
Today as I watched his memorial I thought
I donít 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 donít 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. Thatís my opinion and who cares what I think really because I donít 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 Iím sure millions of others..in that moment it really didnít 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.
oh one other bit of my two cents here
only with Janet and the jackson brothers taking his place,
just a thought
oh and one last thought
it also would have given farrah a chance to be mourned
ok that's really all my two cents
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