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framed. I jerry-rigged an easel and
set out, walking until something
stopped me, setting up and painting
it. The first 3 - 4 were barely out the
door. This brought me though, by the
end of that enchanting summer, far
afield. People, however, began to approach me to show drawings by
their kids, pester me with questions
or distract me with chat. It was
beginning to get impossible... and
anyway my interest shifted. But until
it did I had a most charming time. I
did bunches of the cityscapes, even
sold some wet, at art fairs (cheap) before getting slides so I have
no record and gave some away... I
know where a few are and hope
to get photos one day.
The canvases were still 12 x 12" but beginning to expand abit to 14" square and a couple odd sizes.
I tried reading Aristotle and Plato. I discovered Beckett & the Theatre of the
Absurd (had met a member of the Living Theater in NYC), Hemingway who said to read the Russians so I did, mostly Dostoyevsky. I read on pacifism, transcripts of Senator Fulbright's hearings on Vietnam & was amazed at my own previous gullibility (is this the place to mention I spent 3 years in the army, a paratrooper, in Vietnam). I published my first written piece, a stream-of- consciousness parody of the reactionary patriarch, in Milwaukee's alternative newspaper, Kaleidoscope and began to join anti-war demonstrations.
This drawing is typical of the fascination I had at the time with architecture, a view from my parent's place looking NE at the LaRue's house.