Nony posted this letter, an overdue response, on May2,2015
Good I really didn’t want you to think I had forgotten. My health, clutter, overload invaded my space and brain, I’m in a show in Germany in 12 days,ground spot #1 to broaden connections. I’m in a show at 401 Richmond at the cafe but it’s still in a world of “tangled arts”, ( looks great all my big paintings are there, this is where I want my work to go, pertaining to size, etc and intent. If you are downtown stop by there.
I am truly amazed at your ingenious world, creating and sharing. Now I haven’t picked the piece to send you as I’m sure your tastes are electic and Joel has picked me dry as he feels he is documenting me and the above circumstances, che mo has me shaking in my boots, ( a new song and dance).
Thank you for supporting my aspirations, inspirations and exhalations.
The Unspoken word ? No, this isn’t fair, twice. The surgeon replied ,”You’re right, you are taking up too much time in the operation room.”
Unspoken words, below the conscious surface of my being, create an ever-growing web, tightening around my persona. As an artist I would paint a piece, and wonder is this good, does it need more? why aren’t I’m more confident knowing what a great artist I am. That was last year.
Why because my Mother says it is too busy? Somethings always too busy in her world. The psychiatrist after seeing my painting, changed by diagnosis. I knew I finally did it when that happened. Hooray for my brain. No meds for me, Dr. I ‘ve paid heavily for all these tears and sneers. Plus he is a snob, better tan, no indecision for him , red or blue. wormy green tangerine.
Good theme : Unspoken words . But my submission is gone, and I’ve spent all day getting back in order what was in order. The theme gives me back my freedom as I spit out words for the rapists, thieves, and stranglers, that have passed through my life and special words for Mommy.
tinge I’m up for the challenge. I can draw anything, I can draw everything I can draw. Wait , STOP. See my work first and then compare, your thoughts with mine. to share what I have discovered,in a word or two
1.Words Unspoken: I Love You. Who will say it first and who will respond as they gaze into each other’s eyes,I love you too.
3. Midnight- self explanatory. Two landscapes just fit together so well. In the last few days I realize how terrific this works. well some they of my drawings work
4. Where am I going? she thinks
I WAS GOING TO THE FUTURE OF WEALTH CONFERENCE,in Washington D.C. I made a fabulous painting for Anik and BOB, PRINTS made on heavy paper for $200 and one of my business proposal. Small thanks when I was ready to learn to be a millionaire, to be taught by the greats themselves, ANIK and BOB PROCTOR. but then all this happened and security removed me.
5.The Confrene, A Journey to Wealth by Bob Procter and Anik were having a conference in Washington D. C.abruptly. The first speaker asked were we having fun. Now this is where you are supposed to clap? ended in Washington DC when I was told I was to loud .
Organize and Prioritize
did I even introduce myself? later,
I dazzle without thought, my smile could be a bit smirky but it dazzles with a spark, bespectacled … Who would ever conceive of the likes of me.
Thankfully the painter could carry the show,forty five years of starvation. Her hands leatherized and her lips weatherized, taunt between etched furrows from Mama Marlboro, oh yes, a smoker.
1. Show invitations -where are they, file goggle vs. explorer, like 2 whores bartering, bargaining on the street, shrieking on the street, streaking on the street
who can help me here? no, a good word, leave it.
a. an editor, where is this person?
b. a friend, who,
where is she? Margaret.
c. the psychiatrist, I forgot I hate him, a bit strong, no, no, my mother would disapprove, shit she always comes up in my thoughts.
d. that psychologist, what a joke; he failed the listening test.
In the late 70’s my family went to the poor house and they didn’t take me. I hadn’t a clue, and my Mother told me my car was too dented to go as she didn’t want the neighbors thinking any the worse. It must have been the worse because when I came home from school they were gone. Not a word of farewell, no wonder I had an inferiority complex. I was even too inferior to go to the poor house.
Hey wait this is the potato famine story.
This reminds me of a favorite song “and when the taters need spraying, I bet you’re praying the bugs jump off the vine and when you go fishing I bet your praying the fish don’t bite your line.”
If they came back they would gloat and gloat because they were right. just laying in the sun. Just laying in the shade. How was I gonna get my cornmeal make. This is an oxymoron because it comes in a box.
I learned to swim backwards. I could make a quick spin and I was first in line.
Never make a cent, didn’t hear a word I’d say. That’s WHAT Jeannie AND mom WOULD SAY. I might be a lot younger but I know a cent ain’t even worth a dime, because Mac Donald’s never charges the penny. And I learned playing deaf is a lot of fun. Just remember keep that glazed dazed look on your face and you got it made.