Lover
December 20th, 2013
In particular, tradition holds that Saxifraga x urbium rapidly colonised the bombed sites left by the London Blitz of the early 1940s. As such it is symbolic of the resilience of London and ordinary Londoners, and of the futility of seeking to bomb them into submission.
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales …
What a beautiful fall! Everything shimmering and golden and all that incredible soft light. Water surrounding us.
Lou and I have spent a lot of time here in the past few years, and even though we’re city people this is our spiritual home.
Last week I promised Lou to get him out of the hospital and come home to Springs. And we made it!
Lou was a tai chi master and spent his last days here being happy and dazzled by the beauty and power and softness of nature. He died on Sunday morning looking at the trees and doing the famous 21 form of tai chi with just his musician hands moving through the air.
Lou was a prince and a fighter and I know his songs of the pain and beauty in the world will fill many people with the incredible joy he felt for life. Long live the beauty that comes down and through and onto all of us.
his loving wife and eternal friend
First of all, the art of living; then as my ideal profession, poetry and philosophy, and as my real profession, plastic arts; in the last resort, for lack of income, illustrations.
When the American magazine Cinema asked Kubrick to name his favorite films, he listed the following titles:
This man who had returned could not remember any time in his life when he had not been fired with the will to become a great man; it was a desire Ulrich seemed to have been born with. Such a dream may of course betray vanity and stupidity, but it is no less true that it is a fine and proper ambition without which there probably would not be very many great men in the world.
One dog that remained was Alpy, a ragged half-breed named after the American dog food Alpo. Strange and wolflike, Alpy softened around the master who loved her: “When God made all the dogs, he had little bits left over and put them in a drawer,” Herrmann would say. “When he pulled the drawer out, there was Alpy.”
Art is shit. Art galleries are toilets. Curators are toilet attendants. Artists are bullshitters.