Feb 29and a half
It's not like I have never been disappointed in my life, au contraire, it seems disappointment has almost been the most constant reminder of what life is...fluid...and yet disappointment is disappointment and I'd be a liar if I said I am not very bummed out...but life is fluid and tomorrow most certainly will be tomorrow.
Leap Year indeed as it seems all is leaping around the place these days...mostly in the studio and for once in quite a long time, things are actually looking up, far as my semi-retired career goes...
8:09 PM and I can not bee=lieve the serendipity of a single day.
Most of yesterday working on the relief mural that hopefully the owner of a new shop is going to like...always a bit spooky when a client says, "You're the artist, do what you want." Hmmm, some people could not begin to imagine what kind of predicament that may become...but at least I like it after the third bash at laying it out.
I got the food out of the car that Ruth bought, and we put everything in order best we could for the
OSCAR NIGHT PARTY...
...aside from the Hollywood aspect, which makes most American hearts thump I guess, it was a very amiable evening, but I forgot to take photos until almost everyone was gone, so I caught who I could and we concluded the night...
Back to the studio today putting a small relief mural together...having started al over from my first attempt the day before...
...and this piece is 3 X 8 feet so far...
Another art project this week doing the front counter for the chocolate shop moving next door to Ruth's gallery...should be okay if I can get my professional skills under control...having been very loose this winter making things that apparently only me and handful of eccentrics seem to understand.
On this date in 1967 I joined the American Army thinking I was going to be trained as a "dental technician" but little did I think that an American Army sergeant could be a bold face liar and sign me up as a COMBAT MEDIC...yup, you guessed it, and that was the beginning of me losing faith in people that had position, power and crdentials.
...the army was great, I got breakfast in bed and everything...
...hmmm, well actually only once, and the eggs were so salty I could not eat them and I think someone spit in the milk...I was being rewarded for having the second highest score in our boot camp finales which was 498 out of 500. Only one guy got higher and he was 499. All the rest of my company did not even get to 300. I was given another award by being sent on to LEADERSHIP SCHOOL. That is where they send raw recruits to three weeks of officer training that normally takes three months...in short it was hell, but I came out of it as a temporary NON-COM and given the rank of a staff sergeant, something that takes minimum of three years if you are exemplary...
...and I am not talking about me this time...it was most of the other guys that got promoted simply turned into power-mad jerks and bullied anybody who was a lesser rank. That is where I learned "power" could turn a nice guy into an asshole immediately.
Only one other guy, like me thought that was not cool. His name was Bill Mitchell (I think) and as a result of our refusal to push lesser rank fellow troops around, we both got demoted to the corporals and put in charge of squads instead of the whole company (25 men instead of 100)...
Me and Bill
Hello Bill, wherever you are. I forgot to look for your name on the Vietnam Memorial in DC, so I don't know if you made it through alive or not. I looked for another Wolverton who might have bitten the bullet and there was not one. I hope Bill made it too. He was a really good guy...
That was a long time ago, and in the long run of it, nothing really bad happened to me, meaning by shear luck I was sent to Europe, not Vietnam, and that is a story in itself, (http://www.kewolve.com/Crystal_Tight_Rope.html ) but eventually I got an honorable discharge and was given full benefits as a veteran, of which to this day I am still being sponsored to a degree by the army...and thank heavens for I would have been up shit-creek several times had I not been a veteran.
It seems this is a very good portrait of Ruth and me, although I never intended such humor...just a couple of "Guardians" as Ruth calls them which now hang in the shop. They are about 6 feet tall.
I often wonder (when I sit at this blog page in the morning) what the hell did I used to write, page after page in the journals I have kept since I was 18...because these days I look at the page (screen) and can't think of much of anything, even when quite a lot occurred. The answer to it most likely was being ALONE, with no one or no body else in my life, or at least, in my head.
These days, it is a full house, a full head, and I suppose it is only a habit, this pandering thoughts over a hot notebook, so to speak...
...nothing to do with article below but funny anyway.
from the Huffington Post: (part of an article on a Gauguin exhibition in Seattle)
"Once you start looking at artists who behaved badly and disqualifying them for it, it becomes clear how many brilliant minds turned out to be horrible people.
The question is a tricky one. Is an artwork made by a racist inherently racist? Or is mulling over the artist's personal beliefs overlooking the image in front of you? In cases like Gauguin's, indecent actions can get buried in the past and become almost amusing additions to an artist's portfolio. Current moral offenders seem to suffer more for their personal decisions, from Woody Allen to Roman Polanski to the latest controversy over Chris Brown."
hmmm, well. I often wonder (again) how much my indiscretions being a human being have overshadowed the work of my life...art. For that matter visa-versa...
Nothing like a morning in front of the heater...
...and this morning the wind is wild and cold and is very nice to be inside.
...and a little something a bachelor friend sent...
A Male Fairy Tale