I wish I had a country because I’d invite all the people who
are looking for a safe, happy home to come to me. I’d let them all work as they’d like.
I would make beauty the ruler by which we measure success,
instead of money. To build a beautiful
building, to sweep your stoop, to wear a gay scarf, or to have flowering trees:
these are the things that matter. I’d make lunch every day for people who would
like to join me.
It sounds like living “In the Big Rock Candy Mountains”. I try
to create my own oasis; and I can assure you Harika has rubber teeth. I must
stop reading the news.
Since the finish of our artwork, I’ve had post-project depression.
I have really enjoyed putting together
the “project” this month, with art from the worlds’ greatest painters*.
Yesterday we had a big dinner at Villa Loris. It always pulls me out of the dump, trying
new recipes and putting flowers on the table.
I hear new ideas – for me, the
theatre of the table is equal to, or even better than the meal. I don’t
even have to talk.
We had a delicious red wine from France – only Blair and I
drank it, this being Prosecco country – and that did go well with the
fish. But the red wine made me really
want to go back to France for a vacation.
In fact, I am slightly obsessed with the idea, and am working towards
its realization.
I am also thinking of going to Madrid. I have never been to the Prado, and Goya has
been on my mind. But that may be a
later, cooler weather endeavor.
Mine would be a smallish country, with a lake or two, and
some rivers. Four seasons, even if
winter seems a little brutal. I like
trees without leaves, and spring. There
would be an art museum, of course, and a historical society
*Jill Remski, Wendy Goosman, Christine Claes, Tim Fulbright,
Cory Ross, Marianne Royale, Laura Jarvis, Lisa McCabe, Outside Authority,
Suzanne Dvorak, Jennifer Jolis, Penni Cocking, The Cuozzis, Gary Bocz, Sandra
Manning and Tracy, Sarah Gubetta, Sallie Baldwin, Jeff Sesko, and Blair.
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