letter to a desert rose or is adversity a stimulus to art?
Thursday, 16. June 2005, 06:16:49
fate is a slippery eel there are some irresistible forces in this universe and they pull levers and turn cogs
exceedingly slow.
all we can do is be out there. i'm willing to dance this life, if god will just
continue to provide the music.
i'm happy. i have friends who care, a roof over my head, all the
comforts of 'home' without the headaches and anxieties of ownership.
thanks mostly to my good friend bobby altman, we rescued my jeep from a fate worse than
death... the impound auction. like an old horse, she would have been scrapped and
transformed into shoe glue.
mike van met us at nine a.m., handed me a sealed envelope with $200 and we chatted on the
corner of windward and pacific in venice. alan hubbard would kick in another $200 if he ever
stopped working long enough to appear in person. it was now 30 days since that fateful day in
culver city when the police who 'protect and serve' someone other than me, removed me from
my car just outside starbucks. i emptied the car totally on the sidewalk because i hadn't much
hope of paying the ransom it would be. the jeep was sentenced to 30 days so the ransom would
be exactly $1,064.
bobby stuck with me... devoted his day to getting this done. from motor vehicles for driver's
license application and testing, to insurance certification, then registration had surprises... we
had to pay for the years in my possession that it hadn't been registered. i only had $700 with
mike's contribution, a loan i mean. in the end the total out of pocket for the day was a
whopping $1600 and bobby kept digging deep into his own pocket. i owe him a lot. i painted these three oil paintings trough all of this anxiousness. so maybe what they say about adversity being a stimulus to art is true
it's out of my hands. though i am available for channeling money, but it's just not in the stars
for me. i sold two small prints for $10 each. i manned my display from ten in the morning until eight at night. paid for my parking and gas. profit? met a lot of lovely people and
worked on my tan. lol i finished this tuscan landscape/stilllife today.

so that's all for now.... phew

exceedingly slow.
all we can do is be out there. i'm willing to dance this life, if god will just continue to provide the music.
i'm happy. i have friends who care, a roof over my head, all the comforts of 'home' without the headaches and anxieties of ownership.
thanks mostly to my good friend bobby altman, we rescued my jeep from a fate worse than
death... the impound auction. like an old horse, she would have been scrapped and
transformed into shoe glue.
mike van met us at nine a.m., handed me a sealed envelope with $200 and we chatted on the
corner of windward and pacific in venice. alan hubbard would kick in another $200 if he ever
stopped working long enough to appear in person. it was now 30 days since that fateful day in
culver city when the police who 'protect and serve' someone other than me, removed me from
my car just outside starbucks. i emptied the car totally on the sidewalk because i hadn't much
hope of paying the ransom it would be. the jeep was sentenced to 30 days so the ransom would
be exactly $1,064.

bobby stuck with me... devoted his day to getting this done. from motor vehicles for driver's
license application and testing, to insurance certification, then registration had surprises... we
had to pay for the years in my possession that it hadn't been registered. i only had $700 with
mike's contribution, a loan i mean. in the end the total out of pocket for the day was a
whopping $1600 and bobby kept digging deep into his own pocket. i owe him a lot. i painted these three oil paintings trough all of this anxiousness. so maybe what they say about adversity being a stimulus to art is true
it's out of my hands. though i am available for channeling money, but it's just not in the stars
for me. i sold two small prints for $10 each. i manned my display from ten in the morning until eight at night. paid for my parking and gas. profit? met a lot of lovely people and
worked on my tan. lol i finished this tuscan landscape/stilllife today.

so that's all for now.... phew
Why is it always vehicles? Through no real fault of my own, the car I used to drive is now being driven by Ford Credit and I was left with shoe leather for tires. I have a friend who offered, without provocation or me asking or my even hinting, to allow me to drive his truck... indefinately.
He is a city dweller in a city that boasts marvelous public transportation and it was costing him $80 a month to park his thing of beauty. He says I am saving him that much.
But the real benefit for me is that he was a true friend and I didn't realize just how much.
Your story touched me and I was again reminded of the generosity that some people show.
I know the small pictures posted here doesn't do your art justice, but they look marvelous!
Thank you for your story.
KayFour
By KayFour, # 16. June 2005, 06:16:49
thankyou for the compliment on my pictures.
By I_ArtMan, # 16. June 2005, 06:16:49
My Grand Am is with your Ford and the dealer is probably driving it too
I gave mine back and they called it a REPO. Sometimes it doesn't pay to be honest... naw it always pays.
Artman, you are still taking my breath away
Hugs
Eve
By zenya, # 16. June 2005, 06:16:49
Forgive my tardiness in posting but here I am
-there is a great deal of bureacracy in the universe, lending its heavy shoulder to those 'cogs & wheels' of which you speak and those 'cogs & wheels' grind on without regard.
-there is compassion and understanding and friendship and a deep love of humanity that can unfold incidentally when one is in distress.
I am sorry the former found you, but I am so glad you found the latter, through your caring friends.
Your paintings are exquisite. I hope they eventually bring you a more material, provident, worth to assist your circumstances -you deserve at least that. But when I, who am at least 3000 miles away, feel such emotion looking at your paintings (previous postings also refer) I am bound to say that your special gift is priceless.
'Ifs' and 'buts' do not put money in the bank, that's for certain but I must say that I am sorry I don't live in your district. If I did I would try to do something to bring your art to the attention of the 'art world', in the hope and expectation that you would receive wide recognition, with all the recompense that goes with such a consequence.
I am not a 'religious person '(as I sometimes remark) but if I were I would say that God has not forgotten you
Peace & Love, dear friend
lokutus
By lokutus_prime, # 16. June 2005, 06:16:49
and i believe you would move a couple of mountains if you were nearby.
if you were here and you took a walk down the boardwalk of venice beach you might not even notice my paintings. the milieu is more than diverse, it's phantasmagoric with madmen and magicians, music sprouting like new corn in a hundred places.crystal sellers and charlatans of every breed camouflage my set-up.
hope springs eternal with or without a god.
the important thing to me right now is that i am happy to be painting. it's no easy matter to find oneself in the right conditions which make it possible.
i might add that comments come as a real support and i appreciate your wish for my success.
By I_ArtMan, # 16. June 2005, 06:16:49
By hgbrown, # 16. June 2005, 06:16:49
...well said hg, well said.
lokutus (who has never forgotten you).
By lokutus_prime, # 16. June 2005, 06:16:49
By I_ArtMan, # 16. June 2005, 06:16:49