Installing the exhibit down in Bert Green’s gallery in Los Angeles went smoothly, and the dilapidated truck I borrowed to transport the paintings and the grail piece held up very well indeed, zipping along the California freeways quite nicely, and reminding me of how fortunate I am to live here. (I’m remembering again that Talking Heads song: “And you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?…†which has been a theme for me since I arrived in Los Angeles twenty years ago.)
The opening reception is on Wednesday evening from six until eight. Please do come and visit the gallery. I’m showing two of my favorite works: As the Crow Flies (the golden panels with black birds wheeling around a seated figure) and the Grails installation, which increasingly feels central to everything I am about in the creative work I do. If you follow Bert on twitter you can find a picture of the installation as we were working on it earlier today.
Address and directions are here on Bert Green’s website.
This feeling of gratitude struck me repeatedly over the last few days during conversations with friends and family in England and West Virginia (Paul Luchessi). They’re living with pouring rain and snow, and in Paul’s case deep snowdrifts and a state of emergency. Meanwhile I’ve been busy in the garden digging out beds with the help of my children, planting the seeds of Morning Glory, White Sage, Hollyhocks, Foxgloves, California Poppies, and plenty of culinary herbs.
