This week was a lot of running around with the kids' summer classes, cousins coming over, trips to the lake, park and any other good weather activities you can think of. I haven't read much and I haven't written much, but it does take me a while to get used to new schedules, and I imagine things will right themselves soon enough.
I was reading The news out in Hutchinson, Kansas this morning and saw there's a new Bio out on David Hockney. It's one of two parts, ending in 1975. Should be interesting. I don't know why I love Hockney so much, but I'm absolutely obsessed with him. I guess I need a mentor sometimes, and he's the current object of my fascination. Well, I mean, I love his art. I love the way he uses colors and space. It gets to my psychedelic pleasure center, but I also just love him in a kindred spirit kind of way. Anyway, enough of that.
There was another article in the same paper about a local artist with fiber art. I thought her work was kind of cool. You may feel otherwise.
And then in the same paper, this little story about a landscape painter. What I loved was that his work is being displayed in different areas of the bank: in the main lobby, one near the alley entrance, others are hung in upper stairwells. I imagined people wandering all over the bank. This is the kind of thing I love: dispersed art, with small town people wandering around looking confused. There's art in all the confusion.
But I'm stuck here and probably always will be. Have a happy Saturday.