Chuck Close suffered a catastrophic spinal artery collapse in 1988 which left him severely paralyzed. He refers to that day as “the event.” It changed the way he paints.
As subject matter, girls and horses can end up beingoverly.sentimental. And in the wrong hands – the subject of porn. On occassion someone bridges the extremes and creates a work of art that addresses the sentimental with minimalist distance, unexpected composition and a quirky color palate. Night Group is currently on display in the “Sam Maloof and Art in the Pomona Valley, 1945–1985” exhibition at the Huntington Gardens.
Our Editor Scolds: Don’t be lazy, open the links. They’re part of the content.
….And like Ms Hertal, some of those girls go on to art school. And some go to Bishop and start a training stable. This is a photograph of the Editor at large with her childhood best friend Ellen. I’m guessing we’re participants in a 4-H show at the Pomona Fair Grounds around 1976. I’m also guessing we’re preparing for yet another “agony of defeat” moment. Poor us, we never won squat. A couple of Rose Court flunkies in hairnets and horses; unwilling to accept the obvious. We laugh about it now. Actually, we laughed about it then too… and it’s those points in time that remain connected by a straight line. Although polar opposites, Ellen will always be (my) home. And to seal the deal, I have my own studio apartment off the side of her garage with a poster of Osama Ben Laden shot to pieces via heavy artillery. We can all rest better now – eh?…(don’t ask me what’s going on with that guy and his turkey)
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Her training facility is located near the base of the White Mountain Range. Home of the oldest trees on earth, the Bristlecone Pine.
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Ellen sends her regrets that she’s unable to join us on this wee video production. She’s still on probation at the Conical Cranium Birthing Center. < photo of Ellen. That’s her husband Pat with a client. Heir to the now defunct Iver’s Department store legacy. Your Editor at Large once worked at Iver’s warehouse; the warehouse still exists. On the west side of the current Highland Park Metro station platform. That small blue buckskin horse is a rare Icelandic Pony < close-up. and I love him. He’s gaited.
VIRILE TO RISK AND FIND; KINDLY WITHAL AND A READY HELP. FACING THE BRUNT OF FATE; INDOMI-TABLE, – UNAFRAID
The above text as quoted onthe Donner Monument. We at Pasadena Adjacent don’t really get it
But we do “get” a museum gift shop. So does Mary. And we do get that Mr V goes through periodic obsessions. The Donner tragedy fell somewhere between F. Scott Fitzgerald, the Roman Empire and cloning.
And although Mr V’s obsessions can be entertaining, they’re also wearing. Such as being dragged to a “Passion Play” held under the 605 freeway; in Spanish no less. Historical reenactment gatherings in San Pedro. Handmade size 16 gladiator sandals. An anniversary gift.
Then there is the joy of being privy to a plethora of random factoids…
Example: “did you know Lewis Keseberg, the guy they returned to find chewing on Tamsen Donner – did you know he later opened a restaurant?” or “did you know that when the Donner party had to abandon their stuff while crossing the Great Salt Lake, the Mormons returned later that spring and stole it all?”
So it should come as no surprise to find the “Adjacents Party” following the Donner’s path via the Immigrant Trail (interstate 80) from Trukee Meadows (Reno) in late October – to the day – 165 years later. One might also enquire as to the lessons we gleaned from the Donner saga of poor judgement, heroic sacrifice and plain bad luck
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Dressed in shorts, T’s and thin overshirts, the “Adjacent Party” didn’t anticipate a change in weather, underestimated time and fatigue and left without food, flashlight or tiny doll; but we did bring a camera