What follows is an uncharacteristically wordy post. It is not necessarily about art.
It has been a week since we learned of the too soon passing of our dear friend. Much has been said about him and much has been shared regarding our feelings of loss and of joy and of laughter.
And that is good.
Rose is where he started and we are where we are.
We are still us.
We are different.
We are simultaneously diminished and reinforced.
And so, In the spirit of our group I would like to recognize another fellow without whom this salon would not be the same. A man who in our presence routinely puts his heart on exhibit and has in a forthright fashion invited us to do likewise.
On a morning of utter dispair and heart broken confusion it was by his timely guidance and caring correspondence that I began to feel my blood flow and my breath return after such a trial of profoundly shocking sadness.
He laid bare that tragedy so that we might contemplate a path to healing.
On any given evening his earnest effusions of angst and polemic are fiery and to the point; and on each Saturn’s Day his talent and wit are courageously put on display for all to enjoy and criticize.
He is thoughtful.
When I was invited to post here he said to me, “Here’s the keys, Kid. Go fuckin’ nuts!” Promptly, upon mine first post, he must have realized that I am an artfag and probably lamented what had become of this Fast-Forward Banglor Political Blogtank of Awesomeness.
At any rate, In a figleaf moment he commented, “Well, do a Georgia O’Keeffe post.”
As it happens, I don’t do requests.
Although, as fate would have it the artist fits in rather well this week in our further unwinding of Modernism in contemporary art and so…
Mr. Wiserpants, this Bud’s for you.
With many thanks and caring.
You are a good friend to us all and we are truly lucky to have you.