Bee is striding toward the kids, and I am sitting to the right.
Title: :The Summer of Our Discontent,"
Medium,: Acrylic on canvas 4 x 8 feet,
Artist: MGH. Late 1960's,
I started writing this piece about mutton about a month ago, and I could never get it going. I knew it was a good idea, I knew I was on the right track, but I couldn’t get the words to go anywhere. On the way home from errands yesterday, and I am learning to love having free time all to myself out there in the world, I figured it out.
Why wasn’t the piece going anywhere? Mutton by itself wasn’t funny….even endless mutton that I was allergic to. I’d brought in the more than endless Bob’s dinners that I used to feed family and friends when we all lived in Chula Vista and Imperial Beach, but that casserole only gave me a nice middle ground.
Where was the contrast?
I’m sorry that I can’t put the piece here on my blog. Most places don’t want already published writings, and putting it here would be self publishing. But I can tell you about my epiphany….edible repetitions when you are a kid, an adult, and when you grow older. What do you consume by mouth as you grow older? Medications. I had to laugh.
That’s where the piece is now going….into laughter.
I looked the folks up who were either in that painting above or sitting yoga in my back yard those long ago years. I could find all but three of them. I know two of them moved to Kentucky, and the other vanished from the art world, but I was exciting to know that some of us made a mark out there in the world fueled by those endless Bob's Dinners.
Francis Jeffrey: Mavericks of the mind
Bobbie Moline Kramer: Painter
Paul Hawkins and Susan Zalkind: Stoneworkers in alabaster
Uncle Wonder Ray: Artist, sculptor, and teacher
Don DeLlamas: Painter
Tommy Driscoll: Sculptor
Joleen K McPherson: Playwright and supporter of the arts: Magic Theater Scripts UC Berkley: Folder 8, pdf
Not found via Google: Paul Waltz, Don Fulford