Famous people sometimes invite themselves into my paintings. They come to offer something, lots of things. A counterpoint, a wince, a tweak, a compatriot to hold your hand. Or your mirror. Or your whip.
Started in St. Louis, built furniture.
Moved to Maine, built houses and sculpture.
Moved to Colorado, built sculpture, books, and painting.
Moved to New Mexico, built all of the above.
That’s the rough outline. There were children, lovers, civil disobedience, tragedy, international travel, destitution, laziness, graduate fine arts, war zones, grandchildren, and old age interspersed along the way.