I couldn't write this morning. Factory duty. I may not have time to write in the morning, either. The working life. Ain't it grand.
I got a call from the foundation that owns the building where my studio is located. I have to be out by the end of the year. Everything has to be moved somewhere. I will have no place to work.
If I could, I would check out Detroit.
It has been a hell of a year, my friends. And still, it has been grand.
I ate dinner watching "The Fabulous Baker Boys' on t.v. last night. I hadn't seen it since its release in 1989. It looked like a movie made in 1989. Bad times for film. But it was the classic "bad boy" theme that has, perhaps, directed my life. I read books and watched films always fatalistically attracted to that life, that character. I think it came from my father and his generation. They were pretty "silent." They didn't say much and certainly didn't emote. They experienced the brutalities and deprivation of both the depression and the war. If they survived, they were happy with less than their kids would be.
Old pick up trucks and rundown motels.
Etc.
A boy on a bowsprit heading home.
Hello.
ReplyDeleteFell no need to publish this comment, as I write here instead of in an email (I haven't the address!)
Thing is. I have been thinking about this photographer who made collage diaries, with photographs, drawings and text intertwined. If I am not completely wrong, you were the one who, though your blog, brought him to my attention.
I might be wrong, but, hey.
It's a sad thing about your studio. A man like you should have one, I think. I read you almost every day, and I have never seen you taking photos, so I can't say which outlet is your forte. Doesn't matter, I suppose. And although your style is not my cup of tea, I enjoy your photos very much. They compliment your creative flow, the stream, very well, I think.
I am sorry for these, perhaps too, intimate words. I just thought I'd try to find these diaries.
As I said, I read you often, and what strikes me is not the things you write about, it is the structure of the words, the free, yet, controlled wordflow.
An inspiration.
Go find a new studio if the old one goes. You need it.
Take it easy.
Johan
Thank you, Johan. You are too kind.
ReplyDeleteBut the diaries! I thought I'd learned of him from you? No?
ReplyDeleteI should make my own, I suppose.
You must be speaking of Peter Beard. His diaries set the bar, but it can be bettered, I think. He is a myth of his own creation, and I like that.
DeleteThat's the one!
ReplyDeleteHe seems to be, indeed, as are we all - more or less.
Thank you!