Good game.Â Lasted an hour, but I’ll not divulge score.Â There were a couple of fumbles, several receptions, one sack, no interceptions, and everyone got on the scoreboard.Â Tackle, of course.Â Several bruises, some banged heads, one cut hand,Â and a couple of timeouts to allow for recovery–rather likeÂ life itself.
Greener Pastures, Silk on Canvas, 32 x 58
I’ll be acquiring this piece by Phil Jones for the K-State School of Leadership Studies, for whom I’m art advisor.Â Extraordinary institution that I’ll discuss at length another time.Â This is just one work out of dozens.Â Haven’t worked with Phil since doing the art for the OP Convention Center.Â It’ll be a pleasure, as he’s one of the most outstanding fiber artists I know.Â Great guy besides.
Finished my trip with a sculptureÂ meeting at the Santa Barbara Botanic Garden, then found a way to waste time in that incredible town for a full day afterward.Â Sure, someÂ people give it a hard time because of the wealth and supposed decadence, but they’re missing out on all the great old hippies who still live there–along with the younger ones who keep nonconformity alive there.
Finished my trip in LA, having dinner with Grant Swanson at someÂ sushi joint on Ventura Blvd.Â He’s a producer, and we were discussing when he might get a couple of programs for which I’ve written treatments in production.Â Hard to say, but the food was great and the company better.
Had a great meeting yesterday withÂ the executive directorÂ of the Botanical Garden.Â Sophisticated institution.Â Wonderful staff.Â We were discussing a sculpture exhibit for next summer, which both he and his staffÂ seemed quite excited about.Â It would be for Lyman Whitaker.Â Â I’ll formally announce it later if it goes forward.Â Would give me more time to spend in this endless city, which seems as much composed of Asia as the West.Â Wouldn’t Brown Eyes be pleased–I mean if I took her.Â
Odd thing though.Â There’s fog every morning and you can’t get a decent dish of crab.
Currently in Calistoga, at the north end of Napa Valley, at a resort called Solage.Â They’re hosting an opening for Lyman Whitaker, as 24 of his works are here.Â Very nice folks.Â Exceptional resort.Â They said if I attended,Â I’d get all the wine I could handle.Â They may regret that.
In Seattle for a couple of days, arranging sculpture exhibits for the spring. Used to live in Ballard when I worked on a fishing boat here. Before that, Port Angeles. Great town, but oddly it rains all the time and you can’t get a decent cup of coffee.
Walking the Wetlands with Brown Eyes beneath a harvest moon.Â Nice way to pass a Sunday evening.Â The state has forever been trying to get a super highway through here, and the localÂ activists have forever been blocking them.Â
The land’s owned by Haskell Indian Nations University, and they ain’t giving it to nobody forÂ no highway.Â Just fine by me.