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Saturday Mar 08, 2003
Last Days in LA
Toward my last days in Los Angeles some years back when I was living in the Hollywood Hills, I had a moving sale of various items, not art. A bearded man came to the door, looked around quickly, and went directly to an item leaning against one of my easels.
“How much is that,” he asked.
I said: “Do you know what this is?”
Thursday Mar 06, 2003
As Luck Will Have It
I heard this Chinese folktale many years ago and its meaning stuck with me as a true friend.
A man named Sei Weng owned a beautiful mare, which was praised far and wide. One day this beautiful horse disappeared. The people of his village offered sympathy to Sei Weng for his great misfortune. Sei Weng said simply, “That’s the way it is.”
Wednesday Mar 05, 2003
But is it Art?
It was late afternoon.
I was living in Sausalito on a houseboat—three bedrooms, two baths, and three levels. My girlfriend, a saucy dish who looked like a brunette Marilyn Monroe, had met a doctor who was also an art collector and author.
The three of us were on our way to Stinson Beach, about twenty miles from San Francisco and on the west side of the Marin Peninsula. As the doctor drove us in his Mercedes, Mt. Tamalpais rose up reassuringly off in the distance.
Tuesday Mar 04, 2003
Jung at Art
Picasso. In: Jung C., Collected Works of C. G. Jung, Vol. 15. Princeton University Press, 1966. 160 p. (p. 135-141).
For more on Jung, visit Questia —the online library for research.
Art from the unconscious did not go unnoticed by Carl Jung:
The psychology, not the esthetics, of Picasso’s art is discussed. By viewing his art as a pictorial representation of psychic processes, analogies may be drawn between Picasso’s work and the art done by mental patients. Both these are forms of nonobjective art that draws its contents from the unconscious.
Wednesday Feb 26, 2003
No Dharma Bum
I had come out of successful meeting with a producer in Los Angeles.
At one point in our meeting, he turned to me and uttered those immortal words: “Hey, y’know, I’m a big Hollywood producer.”
