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Chas is museum and gallery hopping in New York

---------- Forwarded message ---------- From: charlesgrimes9@gmail.com Date: Feb 25, 2016 8:02 AM Subject: White Light 1954 To: jhurd Cc: > The last Pollock painting.  Pretty good for someone who could not overcome a painters block. > > Sent from my iPhone

Denise's Celebration of Life

Front door with some hearts in evidence.

Small ceremony by a nephew, with anecdotes shared by many.

Most of the immediate family that attended.  Spencer and Sally had just left.

So here they are too.

Catered table with Marilyn in th backgrounnd.

One of two photo boards of D's life.

A few shots of family at Denise's celebration last Sunday, Valentine's Day.   Well done and well attended by D"s family and by friends from as far back as high school and as far away as New Jersey.  Tom had the event catered and also had valet parking, which made it much more enjoyable for everyone.  Brandon put together an extensive slide show of Denise's life which ran continuously downstairs and up.  Spencer created the memorial card.  The theme was hearts, and there were hearts everywhere.  Marilyn, also one of D's favorite themes, also made an appearance.  And by the front door was a large basket of Ty stuffed dolls and Beanie Babies -- from the time when D worked as an account executive for them -- for guests to take.

Uli Day: Remembering Denise

Valentine's Day, Denise's Celebration of Her Life

Charles Shares: Down in the Furnace Room

DOWN IN THE FURNACE ROOM

 

You know you are right about

my painting studio being warm

down in my furnace room and

you know what...  it is kinda nice

and warm down here in the furnace room

especially when its so frozen outside here

and I have thought once or twice before about

how lucky I am to be painting in a furnace room 

and sometimes and really more than twice I

have dwelled on the 

idea about making Art down here in the furnace

room and I gotta say that really you can 

sometimes do a pretty good job making Art

down in the furnace room though there is

not too much room to move around down here

in the furnace room 

and sometimes I am so physically frustrated  

trying to paint down in the furnace room

and some nights the crazy painter in me

wants to start seriously painting and expressing himself

in this little studio and crazy artist starts pouting

about the cramped space cramping his style

but the practical artist in me takes control like a

yogi in control of his brain waves and practical artist

gains control of the gestalt of me and

you know the artist part of me that drives to the store and buys the brushes

and paints and canvasses for crazy artist

and practical artist thinks about practical stuff

that crazy artist needs

and he actually washes the brushes off with

water and soap over and over again night after night

for less than minimum wage

and you always know that practical artist just wants to just keep

painting and focus on the painting and not the conditions

and he is the one that believes making Art is the only important thing

to do down in the furnace room and the crazy artist type in me

can't wait to move back into the garage painting studio

this coming spring

and that's a pretty cool story too but a different story than 

the furnace room studio story you know and it's not been so bad painting in

such a cramped space right next to the hot water tank

and yeah it hasn't been so miserable

painting in the furnace room which is really 

right next to the laundry room where sometimes

I just turn around while I'm painting and take a break and

Start doing our laundry in the laundry room

Right there next to the furnace room

and you know I think it is much better to be painting in a furnace room

than being laid out in a stone and concrete tomb 

and really that's just my thinking you know

--Charles

Sick!?

One of these two little tykes is really feeling sick and one is malingering. Can you guess which is which?
(Click on photo to enlarge)

Synergy

Eliot and Spencer build some elegant desk and stereo shelves. Legs and support made by Lori and John Wolden

Lighting the Darkness

Eliot, Charlotte, Eason, Julia and I attended the annual Alger Winter celebratory evening "Lighting the Darkness."  After a potluck dinner and a slideshow on garden pollinators, we all retired outdoors, where a wood and wicker sculpture of a hummingbird and a flower were ceremoniously ignited to the beat of drums.

As the wind snapped the flames about and sent curtains of sparks whipping into the darkness, Eason asked,"Shouldn't there be some firemen here?"

His neighbor, pointing to the figures brandishing the torches, replied, "Those ARE the firemen."

Shortly thereafter a violent downpour, with the wind blowing the rain nearly horizontal, sent us fleeing for cover.

Slavko writes: It was Carnival today

It was a carnival today in Milna.

How stupid I was. Heard them singing
outside my house, and waited for them to leave so I can go upstairs.

But, all of the sudden they hurled in, all masked and with guitars and
loud voices, in a moment I was surrounded with 15-20 masked people
inside my thiny apartment.

Had to pay them something for the feast tonight in Sidro Hotel.

Later on riva there was a new mayor lady doll, burned after sentencing
her for all faults in the late year, like smelling sewage system,
empty, hollowed houses, fish factory that went away after 100 years
tradition...

Courtesy of Eason

Charles has a Dream

I had a dream last night in which I was enrolled in a writing class taught by a Russian literary giant and he was very difficult to understand and his teacher assistants were

former Russian KGB agents and they slammed their hands down on the table in front of me when I used bad grammar or mis-spelled words and if we made more than three mistakes per day we had to strip down to our underwear and as I looked around the room there were many students in their underwear.

After a few torturous sessions in this class we were told to envision ourselves on the Jersey shore listening to the Grateful Dead song Ripple and we had to write 800 words about how much we wanted to be home with our mothers.

Spencer's Place

Wanna see some of Spencer's townhouse in Fremont?

Look at this commercial which was filmed there:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPX6_AvPiJ0

(Inside and out, its all Spencer's!  Dog and mannequin too!)