6/20/2013
Skip Wagner was an old friend from Vegas who we had lost contact with about a dozen years ago. Sharon Bergstrom saw him in Santa Cruz, letting me know he was still around, and I found him by using his old address on Pioneer Way, just north of Vegas. We've exchanged a couple of emails since. I'm afraid he wasn't in a very good mood in regard his life as an artist. Even though he is getting between a thousand and four thousand for his work he said he felt like quitting because the art world was so phony and corrupt. He was one of the founders on the Burning Man event in the desert, but he put that down too, because it has gotten too commercial. One of the twins lives in Belgium, so he is back and forth quite a bit. All of his girls are doing well, aside from the fact one twin may lose a breast to cancer. He calls himself an "environmental sculptor." Seems an accurate designation.
Birth and Death in the Family...
On Feb. 19 Nasima gave birth to baby girl that she named Cora Elizabeth. Cora was Sue's grandmother's name on her mother's side. Nasima's change of diet and overall improvement of her health made this birth easy and better than Liam's birth 11 years ago. When hard labor began she popped the kid out in 5 minutes. Everyone present at the birth was amazed at how good Cora looked on arrival, and that included Sue and Kai who flew there for the birth.(At the same time I was home battling the worst phase of my illness. Cathy and Bill were my nurses.) I have seen Cora twice since the birth and we got along well. She is not a fussy baby and happily gets passed from one person to the next with no problems. Both Sue and I are goony about her, and behave like two delirious grandparents who are so happy Nasima had a girl. Nasima is proud she did such a good job and she should be. She is already talking about having another child. I think she is serious. She will be 39 in July.
Mary Ellen lost her battle with cancer, succumbing to the disease about six weeks ago. She was in great pain at the end so it was a good thing her suffering has stopped. There was no way I could make it to the funeral. Her brother Paul gave a great speech about his sister. He had everyone either laughing or crying. Mary Ellen was important to us, especially for Sue, because she was the one who finally found out what happened to her father. Took her about six weeks. She had the requisite skills on the computer and that made the difference. She did make a trip to Arizona in January so we had a chance to see her and hug her and express our gratitude close up the help she gave us. She was a little bit in love with me and I was certainly very fond of her. In many ways I regret I did not get closer to the Stetka family growing up. It was my uncle Joe's family and my dad was never that fond of Joe who was a drunk and a Republican. (There were two tragic deaths yesterday. In the morning Ace reporter Michael Hastings was killed in a car crash and later in the day we learned that James Goldolfini died while vacationing in Rome. Chris Hayes discussed Hastings last night on his program and today a lot of media were talking about Tony Soprano.)
Another death was that of Sue's Uncle Jim Conn, whose heart gave out at 95. He was the apple of his mother's eyes but made excuses for not seeing her very often. He'd tell her he'd see her on this or that Holiday and then change his mind. Suzie's mom, who was considered the runt of the litter, was Cora's most reliable child and saw to it that she was well taken care of in her declining years. She died at 92. Sue and Nasima saw Jim three years ago and were shocked how he lived. The house Suzie raved about 40 years was now a total mess. Outside plants were encroaching on the inside of the house and there was water under the rugs, making a squish noise when you walked over them. Jim was losing it and didn't seemed to care. Three years ago he told Sue he would leave her $5,000 to go to Cookville, TN., to bury his ashes next to his mother. That was pure bullshit, typical of Jim. When Sue talked to his lawyer after his death he said he had never heard of that plan; he wanted to be buried with other world war two vets in a memorial park in Detroit where he had lived since the 1950s. His claim to fame and what got him a lot of work as an architect was he had something to do with the Golden Arch in St. Louis. All things considered, the dude was self-absorbed and very selfish, thinking only about himself.
By the way there was surprise when I contacted Sharon. Her son "Broiler" Pitt was in possession of one of my late paintings which I had originally given to Skip Wagner. Broiler sent me a photo of the painting. I am glad to have and I think it is a damn good painting.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
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More Return to the Mountain...6/19/2013
A few months ago my daughter Kaia, while I was deep in the throes of the arthritis attack, suggested I might consider selling my Ford Ranger to Anthony, Aaron's young nephew who would soon turn 16. I was offended and angry at the mere suggestion I give it up. A couple of months later Moses called wanting to know if I wanted to sell the vehicle. I turned him down too. As my affliction continued and Sue continued to drive me around, I began to soften up on the idea of selling the truck, as Sue didn't seem to mind driving me to appointments, etc. Another problem was my driver's license had expired while I was out of commission, so I just couldn't jump in the truck and take off when I was ready. This past week I was told the lad was seriously considering buying another Ford Ranger that had 180,000 miles on it. My truck has only 70,000 miles on it. That was the tipping point for me. He is a good kid and I thought back to the days when Sue's family gave us three cars and didn't charge us a penny. That was most generous of them to help us when we could not afford to buy a car. At first I thought I'd sell the truck to the kid, but after Sue and I talked it over we decided to charge him only $600 for the repairs we made this past week to bring the vehicle back up to speed. I bought the truck in 1999 and I have extremely good luck with it, putting very little money into it over the years. Hopefully it'll be good for Anthony also.
Facebook has been good to me lately. I used to wonder why so few people from Vegas had severed their ties to me when that was the place where I knew the most people. I seemed more connected with folks from California, Oregon, Racine, and a small handful on the east coast. Well, that has changed. In the last 6 weeks I have heard from Sharon Bergstrom (Murphy), Gary Gutierrez, Skip Wagner, Mike Pitt JR, and James Stanford. Craig Pyes was the only person connected previously.
Sharon looks as good as she ever looked, even though she is 69 years old. She still lives in Santa Cruz but is retired from HS teaching. Her two kids, Heather and Mike JR , still live there as well. Heather teaches biology in HS. She sent me a book on Lee Miller the photographer who was involved with the surrealist movement in Europe in the twenties and thirties. The lady was extremely beautiful when young and was very promiscuous through out her life. Her father was fond of photographing her in the nude and a number of people think they had an incestuous relationship. No one knows for sure. Sharon knew the author of the book who lives in the area. I learned more from the book than I did from the Doc that I saw several months ago sponsored by her son. I don't know how to rate her as a surrealist, as I have seen too few of her pictures. She seems to be more notorious than truly famous. Sharon it turns out is as much a Herman Melville fan as I am.
Gary Gutierrez was a student I had to butt heads with, he was so full of ego and false certainty.He left UNLV after two years to go to SFAI. He has been married twice, with his second wife ,Kari, quite good looking. I thought I had a lot of women in my life, but I don't compare to his, for he had one daughter in his first marriage and 5 granddaughters after that. He has a 15 year old son, Mason, from his second marriage. As for his career, he is the special effects man for Francis Ford Coppola, and his office is at Zoetropic in SF. He's work with THE GRATEFUL DEAD and has done some commercials. He told me I was one of three mentors that he has had, the other two being FFC and Philip Kaufman, another director. That's astute company. I was humbled and honored. I sent him copies of my two books. He loved the drawings.
I got much the same treatment from James Stanford; in fact, he blew me away with praise, which I did not expect. He told me a story about an incident in a design class that I frankly don't remember. He said he brought something to class he thought was hot shit, but apparently I didn't agree. So I picked up the work, which was matted, and brought it down over his head, saying, "So here, wear it." He was so embarrassed he ran out of class. He added in his email: "But, I knew you were right and I grew to appreciate your honesty and respected you for caring. You taught me not to cheat myself. Thanks." That almost brought tears to my eyes. Forty plus years later I learned what impact I had. It's nice to know my instincts were good. Some people might say, no wonder you didn't get tenure, but I got results, as James has been involved with art in LasVegas for all these years. He's also a dedicated Buddhist and is responsible for a Zen Center near where we used to live on Wilbur Drive. He has also written me some amusing emails about Dave Hickey who quit UNLV after 20 years. He and his wife moved to New Mexico, where his wife is teaching art history while he is writing a book on Christianity. I was surprised to find out James, after getting his Masters at UW in Seattle, came back to UNLV where he taught for 18 years, the same amount of years I spent at St. Andrew's.
Interestingly, we stole from each other. When I left Vegas James gave me a drawing that featured a lion-man whose chunky body looked somewhat like mine. One day in Tucson I decided to do a drawing using James' figure. It turned out very well, so much so it is the first drawing in EROS & PSYCHE, one of the books I published in 2012. The figure has a fish in one hand and has wings, so the image or icon suggests both depth and flying, some familiarity with the unconscious and some experience of elevation or spiritual insight. Accompanying the lion-man on a kind of raft are a few other symbols; a representation of the persona, a mask tied to a fat candle, the flame still lit but wavering in the wind. The candle sits on the edge of an opening that shows flames emerging from inside a darkened space below. A crown lies on the floor of the platform, along side a broken mirror, which is rectangular, like the opening in the floor. The top half of the drawing shows desert forms, what I call a midnight sky, that has an intricate mandala that has two snakes in the outer circle and then a cross with heart in the center of the fiery mandala. Finally, there is a small almost unnoticed bridge connecting the lower region to the upper world. End of story. It is one of the strongest and clearest symbolic narratives I've come up with. It packs a lot in one image.
A few months ago my daughter Kaia, while I was deep in the throes of the arthritis attack, suggested I might consider selling my Ford Ranger to Anthony, Aaron's young nephew who would soon turn 16. I was offended and angry at the mere suggestion I give it up. A couple of months later Moses called wanting to know if I wanted to sell the vehicle. I turned him down too. As my affliction continued and Sue continued to drive me around, I began to soften up on the idea of selling the truck, as Sue didn't seem to mind driving me to appointments, etc. Another problem was my driver's license had expired while I was out of commission, so I just couldn't jump in the truck and take off when I was ready. This past week I was told the lad was seriously considering buying another Ford Ranger that had 180,000 miles on it. My truck has only 70,000 miles on it. That was the tipping point for me. He is a good kid and I thought back to the days when Sue's family gave us three cars and didn't charge us a penny. That was most generous of them to help us when we could not afford to buy a car. At first I thought I'd sell the truck to the kid, but after Sue and I talked it over we decided to charge him only $600 for the repairs we made this past week to bring the vehicle back up to speed. I bought the truck in 1999 and I have extremely good luck with it, putting very little money into it over the years. Hopefully it'll be good for Anthony also.
Facebook has been good to me lately. I used to wonder why so few people from Vegas had severed their ties to me when that was the place where I knew the most people. I seemed more connected with folks from California, Oregon, Racine, and a small handful on the east coast. Well, that has changed. In the last 6 weeks I have heard from Sharon Bergstrom (Murphy), Gary Gutierrez, Skip Wagner, Mike Pitt JR, and James Stanford. Craig Pyes was the only person connected previously.
Sharon looks as good as she ever looked, even though she is 69 years old. She still lives in Santa Cruz but is retired from HS teaching. Her two kids, Heather and Mike JR , still live there as well. Heather teaches biology in HS. She sent me a book on Lee Miller the photographer who was involved with the surrealist movement in Europe in the twenties and thirties. The lady was extremely beautiful when young and was very promiscuous through out her life. Her father was fond of photographing her in the nude and a number of people think they had an incestuous relationship. No one knows for sure. Sharon knew the author of the book who lives in the area. I learned more from the book than I did from the Doc that I saw several months ago sponsored by her son. I don't know how to rate her as a surrealist, as I have seen too few of her pictures. She seems to be more notorious than truly famous. Sharon it turns out is as much a Herman Melville fan as I am.
Gary Gutierrez was a student I had to butt heads with, he was so full of ego and false certainty.He left UNLV after two years to go to SFAI. He has been married twice, with his second wife ,Kari, quite good looking. I thought I had a lot of women in my life, but I don't compare to his, for he had one daughter in his first marriage and 5 granddaughters after that. He has a 15 year old son, Mason, from his second marriage. As for his career, he is the special effects man for Francis Ford Coppola, and his office is at Zoetropic in SF. He's work with THE GRATEFUL DEAD and has done some commercials. He told me I was one of three mentors that he has had, the other two being FFC and Philip Kaufman, another director. That's astute company. I was humbled and honored. I sent him copies of my two books. He loved the drawings.
I got much the same treatment from James Stanford; in fact, he blew me away with praise, which I did not expect. He told me a story about an incident in a design class that I frankly don't remember. He said he brought something to class he thought was hot shit, but apparently I didn't agree. So I picked up the work, which was matted, and brought it down over his head, saying, "So here, wear it." He was so embarrassed he ran out of class. He added in his email: "But, I knew you were right and I grew to appreciate your honesty and respected you for caring. You taught me not to cheat myself. Thanks." That almost brought tears to my eyes. Forty plus years later I learned what impact I had. It's nice to know my instincts were good. Some people might say, no wonder you didn't get tenure, but I got results, as James has been involved with art in LasVegas for all these years. He's also a dedicated Buddhist and is responsible for a Zen Center near where we used to live on Wilbur Drive. He has also written me some amusing emails about Dave Hickey who quit UNLV after 20 years. He and his wife moved to New Mexico, where his wife is teaching art history while he is writing a book on Christianity. I was surprised to find out James, after getting his Masters at UW in Seattle, came back to UNLV where he taught for 18 years, the same amount of years I spent at St. Andrew's.
Interestingly, we stole from each other. When I left Vegas James gave me a drawing that featured a lion-man whose chunky body looked somewhat like mine. One day in Tucson I decided to do a drawing using James' figure. It turned out very well, so much so it is the first drawing in EROS & PSYCHE, one of the books I published in 2012. The figure has a fish in one hand and has wings, so the image or icon suggests both depth and flying, some familiarity with the unconscious and some experience of elevation or spiritual insight. Accompanying the lion-man on a kind of raft are a few other symbols; a representation of the persona, a mask tied to a fat candle, the flame still lit but wavering in the wind. The candle sits on the edge of an opening that shows flames emerging from inside a darkened space below. A crown lies on the floor of the platform, along side a broken mirror, which is rectangular, like the opening in the floor. The top half of the drawing shows desert forms, what I call a midnight sky, that has an intricate mandala that has two snakes in the outer circle and then a cross with heart in the center of the fiery mandala. Finally, there is a small almost unnoticed bridge connecting the lower region to the upper world. End of story. It is one of the strongest and clearest symbolic narratives I've come up with. It packs a lot in one image.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
The Return to the Mountain
More Return to the Mountain...6/19/2013
A few months ago my daughter Kaia, while I was deep in the throes of the arthritis attack, suggested I might consider selling my Ford Ranger to Anthony, Aaron's young nephew who would soon turn 16. I was offended and angry at the mere suggestion I give it up. A couple of months later Moses called wanting to know if I wanted to sell the vehicle. I turned him down too. As my affliction continued and Sue continued to drive me around, I began to soften up on the idea of selling the truck, as Sue didn't seem to mind driving me to appointments, etc. Another problem was my driver's license had expired while I was out of commission, so I just couldn't jump in the truck and take off when I was ready. This past week I was told the lad was seriously considering buying another Ford Ranger that had 180,000 miles on it. My truck has only 70,000 miles on it. That was the tipping point for me. He is a good kid and I thought back to the days when Sue's family gave us three cars and didn't charge us a penny. That was most generous of them to help us when we could not afford to buy a car. At first I thought I'd sell the truck to the kid, but after Sue and I talked it over we decided to charge him only $600 for the repairs we made this past week to bring the vehicle back up to speed. I bought the truck in 1999 and I have extremely good luck with it, putting very little money into it over the years. Hopefully it'll be good for Anthony also.
Facebook has been good to me lately. I used to wonder why so few people from Vegas had severed their ties to me when that was the place where I knew the most people. I seemed more connected with folks from California, Oregon, Racine, and a small handful on the east coast. Well, that has changed. In the last 6 weeks I have heard from Sharon Bergstrom (Murphy), Gary Gutierrez, Skip Wagner, Mike Pitt JR, and James Stanford. Craig Pyes was the only person connected previously.
Sharon looks as good as she ever looked, even though she is 69 years old. She still lives in Santa Cruz but is retired from HS teaching. Her two kids, Heather and Mike JR , still live there as well. Heather teaches biology in HS. Sharon sent me a book on Lee Miller the photographer who was involved with the surrealist movement in Europe in the twenties and thirties. The lady was extremely beautiful when young and was very promiscuous through out her life. Her father was fond of photographing her in the nude and a number of people think they had an incestuous relationship. No one knows for sure. Sharon knew the author of the book who lives in the area. I learned more from the book than I did from the Doc that I saw several months ago sponsored by her son. I don't know how to rate her as a surrealist, as I have seen too few of her pictures. She seems to be more notorious than truly famous. Sharon it turns out is as much a Herman Melville fan as I am.
Gary Gutierrez was a student I had to butt heads with, he was so full of ego and false certainty. He left UNLV after two years to go to SFAI. He has been married twice, with his second wife ,Kari, quite good looking. I thought I had a lot of women in my life, but I don't compare to his, for he had one daughter in his first marriage and 5 granddaughters after that. He has a 15 year old son, Mason, from his second marriage. As for his career, he is the special effects man for Francis Ford Coppola, and his office is at Zoetropic in SF. He's work with THE GRATEFUL DEAD and has done some commercials. He told me I was one of three mentors that he has had, the other two being FFC and Philip Kaufman, another director. That's astute company. I was humbled and honored. I sent him copies of my two books. He loved the drawings.
I got much the same treatment from James Stanford; in fact, he blew me away with praise, which I did not expect. He told me a story about an incident in a design class that I frankly don't remember. He said he brought something to class he thought was hot shit, but apparently I didn't agree. So I picked up the work, which was matted, and brought it down over his head, saying, "So here, wear it." He was so embarrassed he ran out of class. He added in his email: "But, I knew you were right and I grew to appreciate your honesty and respected you for caring. You taught me not to cheat myself. Thanks." That almost brought tears to my eyes. Forty plus years later I learned what impact I had. It's nice to know my instincts were good. Some people might say, no wonder you didn't get tenure, but I got results, as James has been involved with art in LasVegas for all these years. He's also a dedicated Buddhist and is responsible for a Zen Center near where we used to live on Wilbur Drive. He has also written me some amusing emails about Dave Hickey who quit UNLV after 20 years. He and his wife moved to New Mexico, where his wife is teaching art history while he is writing a book on Christianity. I was surprised to find out James, after getting his Masters at UW in Seattle, came back to UNLV where he taught for 18 years, the same amount of years I spent at St. Andrew's.
Interestingly, we stole from each other. When I left Vegas James gave me a drawing that featured a lion-man whose chunky body looked somewhat like mine. One day in Tucson I decided to do a drawing using James' figure. It turned out very well, so much so it is the first drawing in EROS & PSYCHE, one of the books I published in 2012. The figure has a fish in one hand and has wings, so the image or icon suggests both depth and height, some familiarity with the unconscious and some experience of elevation or spiritual insight. Accompanying the lion-man on a kind of raft are a few other symbols; a representation of the persona, a mask tied to a fat candle, the flame still lit but wavering in the wind. The candle sits on the edge of an opening that shows flames emerging from inside a darkened space below. A crown lies on the floor of the platform, along side a broken mirror, which is rectangular, like the opening in the floor. The top half of the drawing shows desert forms, what I call a midnight sky, that has an intricate mandala which has two snakes in the outer circle and then a cross with heart in the center of the fiery mandala. Finally, there is a small almost unnoticed bridge connecting the lower region to the upper world. End of story. It is one of the strongest and clearest symbolic narratives I've come up with. It packs a lot in one image.
James stole from me in the sense he did a painting that, first of all, shows his love for the Flemish painters, while in the center is a flaming black orb whose flames are elaborately painted in rainbow colors. He said he was flattered I stole from him and I feel likewise about his use of the black orb.
To be continued...
A few months ago my daughter Kaia, while I was deep in the throes of the arthritis attack, suggested I might consider selling my Ford Ranger to Anthony, Aaron's young nephew who would soon turn 16. I was offended and angry at the mere suggestion I give it up. A couple of months later Moses called wanting to know if I wanted to sell the vehicle. I turned him down too. As my affliction continued and Sue continued to drive me around, I began to soften up on the idea of selling the truck, as Sue didn't seem to mind driving me to appointments, etc. Another problem was my driver's license had expired while I was out of commission, so I just couldn't jump in the truck and take off when I was ready. This past week I was told the lad was seriously considering buying another Ford Ranger that had 180,000 miles on it. My truck has only 70,000 miles on it. That was the tipping point for me. He is a good kid and I thought back to the days when Sue's family gave us three cars and didn't charge us a penny. That was most generous of them to help us when we could not afford to buy a car. At first I thought I'd sell the truck to the kid, but after Sue and I talked it over we decided to charge him only $600 for the repairs we made this past week to bring the vehicle back up to speed. I bought the truck in 1999 and I have extremely good luck with it, putting very little money into it over the years. Hopefully it'll be good for Anthony also.
Facebook has been good to me lately. I used to wonder why so few people from Vegas had severed their ties to me when that was the place where I knew the most people. I seemed more connected with folks from California, Oregon, Racine, and a small handful on the east coast. Well, that has changed. In the last 6 weeks I have heard from Sharon Bergstrom (Murphy), Gary Gutierrez, Skip Wagner, Mike Pitt JR, and James Stanford. Craig Pyes was the only person connected previously.
Sharon looks as good as she ever looked, even though she is 69 years old. She still lives in Santa Cruz but is retired from HS teaching. Her two kids, Heather and Mike JR , still live there as well. Heather teaches biology in HS. Sharon sent me a book on Lee Miller the photographer who was involved with the surrealist movement in Europe in the twenties and thirties. The lady was extremely beautiful when young and was very promiscuous through out her life. Her father was fond of photographing her in the nude and a number of people think they had an incestuous relationship. No one knows for sure. Sharon knew the author of the book who lives in the area. I learned more from the book than I did from the Doc that I saw several months ago sponsored by her son. I don't know how to rate her as a surrealist, as I have seen too few of her pictures. She seems to be more notorious than truly famous. Sharon it turns out is as much a Herman Melville fan as I am.
Gary Gutierrez was a student I had to butt heads with, he was so full of ego and false certainty. He left UNLV after two years to go to SFAI. He has been married twice, with his second wife ,Kari, quite good looking. I thought I had a lot of women in my life, but I don't compare to his, for he had one daughter in his first marriage and 5 granddaughters after that. He has a 15 year old son, Mason, from his second marriage. As for his career, he is the special effects man for Francis Ford Coppola, and his office is at Zoetropic in SF. He's work with THE GRATEFUL DEAD and has done some commercials. He told me I was one of three mentors that he has had, the other two being FFC and Philip Kaufman, another director. That's astute company. I was humbled and honored. I sent him copies of my two books. He loved the drawings.
I got much the same treatment from James Stanford; in fact, he blew me away with praise, which I did not expect. He told me a story about an incident in a design class that I frankly don't remember. He said he brought something to class he thought was hot shit, but apparently I didn't agree. So I picked up the work, which was matted, and brought it down over his head, saying, "So here, wear it." He was so embarrassed he ran out of class. He added in his email: "But, I knew you were right and I grew to appreciate your honesty and respected you for caring. You taught me not to cheat myself. Thanks." That almost brought tears to my eyes. Forty plus years later I learned what impact I had. It's nice to know my instincts were good. Some people might say, no wonder you didn't get tenure, but I got results, as James has been involved with art in LasVegas for all these years. He's also a dedicated Buddhist and is responsible for a Zen Center near where we used to live on Wilbur Drive. He has also written me some amusing emails about Dave Hickey who quit UNLV after 20 years. He and his wife moved to New Mexico, where his wife is teaching art history while he is writing a book on Christianity. I was surprised to find out James, after getting his Masters at UW in Seattle, came back to UNLV where he taught for 18 years, the same amount of years I spent at St. Andrew's.
Interestingly, we stole from each other. When I left Vegas James gave me a drawing that featured a lion-man whose chunky body looked somewhat like mine. One day in Tucson I decided to do a drawing using James' figure. It turned out very well, so much so it is the first drawing in EROS & PSYCHE, one of the books I published in 2012. The figure has a fish in one hand and has wings, so the image or icon suggests both depth and height, some familiarity with the unconscious and some experience of elevation or spiritual insight. Accompanying the lion-man on a kind of raft are a few other symbols; a representation of the persona, a mask tied to a fat candle, the flame still lit but wavering in the wind. The candle sits on the edge of an opening that shows flames emerging from inside a darkened space below. A crown lies on the floor of the platform, along side a broken mirror, which is rectangular, like the opening in the floor. The top half of the drawing shows desert forms, what I call a midnight sky, that has an intricate mandala which has two snakes in the outer circle and then a cross with heart in the center of the fiery mandala. Finally, there is a small almost unnoticed bridge connecting the lower region to the upper world. End of story. It is one of the strongest and clearest symbolic narratives I've come up with. It packs a lot in one image.
James stole from me in the sense he did a painting that, first of all, shows his love for the Flemish painters, while in the center is a flaming black orb whose flames are elaborately painted in rainbow colors. He said he was flattered I stole from him and I feel likewise about his use of the black orb.
To be continued...
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