the budding young artiste

So, you who fall under Stephen King’s classification of “constant readers”, will remember that the team Fokos, ( husband and wife team of creative artists, writers, photographers, emmy award winners,etc.), and executive producers of TAO…The Artist Odyessy  have been working on an episode featuring…yours truly.

They are now in the production/editing phase and sent along a request for some background images, stuff from the archives, waaaaay back when the dream of being a full time artist was taking shape.

Those archives are slim but I did find a few pictures and boy do the belly laughs when viewing make up for the sparsity. Thought I’d share a few here, in a generosity of humor.

crayons

The personalized label is funny, since my stealthy younger brothers certainly couldn’t read back then.

first painting

This one I remember, but the realistic doctor kit, stage left, was what I remember most fondly from that birthday.

budding young artist on location

Oh the hair…think I need to put this one up on my refrigerator now.

the model

From a summer program at Cornell while in high school. For all you tender readers, I blurred the tender bits. Funny because what I remember most about this pic is how much I loved that shirt.

In the interview that Barb and David did here in the studio, we talked about how my college days were awash in… black and white. I found an etching whose subject matter somehow percolated through the decades and carried over as an echo into a painting from 2009…dipping into a few teacups full of color along the way…

egg etching

the-night-crew72

And I’ll leave you with one of my very favorite snaps of Herself, and myself, photographed by Beth Larson Willoughby, back in my chairmaking days, when I had a small show at the Smithsonian gift shop in DC. We sat and shared a bottle of champers across from the White House. Very chic, and oh so young…

PH 92

Team Fokos tells me that Pat will be a main feature in their film, and that makes happy because she is the ENTIRE feature in my life.

We have just come through one of those rougher patches, after years of caring intensely for aging loved ones, where it feels like a twister has reached down into the core of your world, this one was a cat 5. Though most days we just held on tight and surrendered to Dorothy, we made it through together, in tact, in deeper love, and as we take the first tentative steps out of that storm shelter, look around and see the house still standing, it feels so good just to turn in the sunlight and see that smile back on her face.

 

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