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Busy With Life

I’ve been busy with life. There’s nothing new to report. I’m assigned to a project at work that makes me feel like I’m standing on the deck of the Titanic after it hit the iceberg. Enjoy this Louis Recchia painting Cindi gave me a while back.

Louis Recchia, Uninvited Visitor, acrylic on board, 6 3/4 x 12.

A Missed Opening

My friend, Tasha Osrtander, opened an exhibit of her works at the Harwood Museum of Art, in Taos, NM this past weekend. The exhibit also includes works by Izumi Yokoyama. Most of the usual suspects from Santa Fe attended the opening. I wish I could have been there. Here are a few pieces included in the show.

Plains of Apparition IV (The Disappearance Series I), archival lightjet print on aluminum di bond, 26 x 32.

Chemical Spirit Portrait Series

Chemical Spirit No. 38

The Shoe Story

The man who hired me back as a contractor complimented me on the shoes I was wearing on Tuesday. I simply thanked him. I knew if I gave him any details about the shoes it would be a conversation I regretted. He has a way of converting every conversation into a story about him. My simple thank you turned out to be the catalyst for a monologue where I listed and nodded my head. The man stopped at my desk and proceeded to tell me how he is a “shoe man”. That comment almost made me laugh out loud. I’ve only seen him wear one pair of dress shoes, which were black with a square toe and probably dated back to 2003. He usually wears some type of trainers. He stuck out his foot to show me the new shoes he was wearing. He made a point of telling me they were Sketchers, as if he was wearing something stylish from Barneys. By this time, I knew why he complimented me on my shoes. He wanted me to comment on his new shoes. I didn’t take the bait. His Sketchers were deplorable, as most Sketchers are, in my opinion. He then went on to tell me how he thought the two millennials on the team wore really cool shoes. I told him I didn’t pay attention to the shoes the millennials wore, which was my way of saying their shoes aren’t remarkable. In fact the millennials usually wear some type of athleisure shoe. Thankfully, I had to join a conference call so I had an excuse to end the conversation.

I will admit I am a shoe snob. I like well-made shoes. I like pricey shoes. I like shoes you will not see on every other man. I covet the shoe collection of a certain man in Louisiana. He will often post pictures of the shoes he wears to work. No rubbish! As Dr. Spo would say.

Shoes Can Wait

I have a tale to tell about shoes but I don’t have time to compose it today. In the meantime, enjoy this fantastic photo by the great Ellen von Unwerth of Claudia Schiffer and great vintage Chevrolet taken in 1991.

Best Of Friday

Fawn Atencio opened a show of new works at Mai Wyn Fine Art on Thursday. I saw the show on Thursday night. I liked Fawn’s work better than anything I saw Friday night at the galleries.

Wayfinding, gouache and mixed media on BFK paper on panel.

Upper Rio Grande, gouache and mixed media on BFK paper on panel.

Sucession, mixed media on paper on panel.

A Good Thing

There seems to be nothing but unpleasantness in the media in recent history. Here’s the story of a young woman whose life has taken unexpected turn for the good.

I had dinner with my friend, Kelly, last week. Kelly is a high-level executive at a cable company. She has a stay-at-home husband and a teenage daughter and son. Both children have been in the International Baccalaureate program. Kelly’s daughter graduated from high school last summer and is taking a gap year. The daughter convinced Kelly and her husband to allow a gap year because she excelled at her studies for the last 12 years and is facing four years of undergraduate and two additional years for an MBA. The daughter simply wanted a break from studying. Kelly’s daughter moved to New York and is living with Kelly’s sister on the Upper East Side. Before moving to Colorado, Kelly spent the early years of her career in New York so she knew it could be a life changing experience. That turned out to be true.

Kelly’s daughter found work as a hostess at a top-tier restaurant where a lot of business people have lunch. At work one day, she was approached by scout from a modeling agency. Kelly’s daughter never had an interest in fashion or modeling. To make a long story short, after meetings with the agency head and Kelly and her husband, the daughter was signed. In the next two week she did five photo shoots, was taught runway and landed two jobs. A week after being signed, she was approached by a scout from a competing agency as she was leaving the gym. After telling the man she was already signed, he said he wanted to keep in touch in case things didn’t work out with her agency.

Kelly’s daughter has been booking jobs and making good money. The agency wants to send her to Milan to see how she does in the European market. Kelly is rather stunned by how fast this happened. The daughter plans to give modeling a year before making the decision to keep modeling or go to Yale. If she chooses Yale, she be in closed proximity to New York so she could still do the occasional modeling gig.

Kelly and her daughter realize that her chance of making it to modeling superstardom are slim. The daughter is a fresh face on the scene so there’s a lot of buzz and excitement. The plan is to milk the modeling cash cow and see what happens as there’s always another new face on the horizon.

A chance meeting has changed this young woman’s life. And that’s a good thing.

Correcting Poor Behavior

Two weeks ago, the detective asked me to go out for breakfast on Sunday. We were to talk on Saturday afternoon to firm up plans. I left him a voice mail early Saturday afternoon. The detective went MIA. I made other plans for Sunday as I’m not about to sit at home at wait for a man to call.

Last Friday, I texted the detective to see if he was still alive. He was. He asked me to have lunch on Sunday. I agreed to have lunch. I didn’t bring up the previous weekend as that was a conversation I wanted to have in person. I told the detective to pick me up at noon on Sunday.

I had a most enjoyable time at lunch. I always have fun with him. The detective told about the circumstances that caused him to blow me off the previous weekend. I told him my friends don’t treat me that way. If he wanted to be my friend he had to treat me with respect. If he does it again, he’s out of my life. I spoke in a calm and deliberate manner. The detective had a deer in the headlights look. It was as if he’d never been called out for his poor behavior. He apologized and agreed to never blow me off again. If he had to cancel plans, he’d text or call. Mission accomplished. And then the detective paid for lunch.