“Hello man! how are you?”
We have Google handle our email accounts and it does a pretty good job of filtering out the junk but it let this one slip though this morning (my birthday). The above was the extent of it. Thanks. I love it. I am fine. The title of this entry was the subject of the email. Its like an mysterious emotican.
Peggi got up before me and had coffee and a few gifts sitting on my chair. There was a Francis Bacon book, a newsprint sketchpad and a small book of artist’s quotes. I love this one from Otto Dix. “You know, if one paints someones’ portrait, one should not know him if possible. No knowledge! I do not want to know him at all, want to see what is there, the outside. The inner follows by itself. It is mirrored in the visible.”
And our neighbors had a package hanging on our door this morning. It was R. Crumb’s, “Heroes of Blues, Jazz & Country”. It has stopped raining so we are headed out for a walk. Other years we’ve taken rides in the country on this day but we have decided to drive down to NYC as soon as we can find a few days without commitments. There is a Philip Guston “Works On Paper” show opening at the Morgan this Friday that I would love to see.
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Happy Birthday, man. It’s also the birthday of Ferruccio Lamborghini the Italian car maker who designed the (duh) Lamborghini. He was born on April 28, 1916 and died in ‘93. It probably wouldn’t be a good idea for Peggi to buy you one for your birthday. The new ones range in price from $200 – $500, 000, they only get a lousy 11 or 12 mpg, and I understand they’re a bitch to parallel park.
In the late 60’s, my great uncle went to a car show in Turin and shook Lamborghini’s hand. Or so he said.