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and collaboration - the ensemble. I was always more or less preoccupied with images so when in a bar or around a kitchen table with friends i'd often pass a gridded napkin around, asking folks to "put three lines in any square" or "put the first thing comes to mind"... from the many napkins were chosen the few paintings. Often they were "duets". Sometimes the participants were children. I would usually color code so that the names of the participants were the same color as their linear contributions. More Places was current with these, same style etc; but not a collaboration... or, a collaboration with myself. One-to-one & group therapy continued to play a helpful role at MSU. I wrote a song later with the chorus: "My Father was abused & so was his & so was his & so it is." I remember my Father's Father having a grumpy mean streak & my Father certainly had a short temper, impatience and an authoritarian strategy with the family. I grew over these years from being unable to say no, to assert myself, to being able to say "Fuck you! NO!" So now I drop the profanity, assert myself without rancor tho i've been known to regress in the presence of aggressive people/situations - or alcohol. Just as the Cyclorama job started happening I met Cyndia. I'd make 10-day trips to NYC every year but I was having such a pleasant time working part-time and painting/musicing, not saving for that move. I could also see clearly that NYC eats timid people alive. I'd have spent most of my energy just paying the rent. We bought a house together Fall of 78 and the Cyclorama project looked like it was going to happen (Cyndia in fact ended up doing the documentary photography). |
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