I met a group of kids at a Rochester shelter for the homeless and photographed them while we shared pizza. I did a series of paintings of the kids and was asked to display them at a charity auction last night at Monroe Golf Club. The paintings were still wet when I photographed them on our back porch yesterday. They were arranged on easels at the entrance to the party room last night and looked completely out of place in the country club setting.
We sampled wine from a local liquor store, ate olives from the party tray and listened to The Greg Clark Four play a set of original cocktail jazz. Peggi and I were the only ones who clapped at the end of their songs. I had my eye on an autographed Abby Wambach soccer ball that was in the silent auction and was happy to see it go out my range.
We packed up the paintings and headed over to the Memorial Art Gallery for the opening of “Paint Made Flesh“. Ran into Lorraine, Geri, John, Maureen and Susan from my painting class along with our teacher, Fred. The opening is not the time to see the paintings but a perfect time to celebrate them. This was a pretty good turnout for what is apparently a tough show for a lot of people. Who would have guessed that this morning’s paper would use “Disturbing”, “Harrowing” and “Anguish” in lead ins and headlines for their coverage of this show. It’s only paint for crying out loud. I plan to visit this show a few times in the next month.
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