I moved to California in 1978. John and his wife Phyllis became my family. They welcomed me and whomever I brought over, a successive series of girlfriends, my future wife, Donna and of course, our children. Their home became our place of warmth and love through successive crises, celebrations and holidays. This blog celebrates and honors my love for them and an investigation of art from a very subjective point of view.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Visiting Philadelphia
My dad's funeral was Monday. (I am back home now.) Imagine 500 people at the open casket showing and Catholic Mass. We are a family of seven girls and four boys. Ten of us greeted the "mourners" as they entered the viewing room. I was first in line and it was my job to transition the sad faced visitors for the riotous atmosphere of the room. It was not your ordinary viewing. My brother quipped "Yes, just like an Irish wake- one less drunk." My sister is a nun. My dad sold church goods to priests. Both my brother and I were in the seminary when we were young. My uncle is a priest. The room was filled with religious- maybe 20%. Lots of laughing and joking- but exhausting. My father would have loved it. I traveled with my oldest son. Two major firsts for him: His first Catholic Mass, first open casket funeral (and first time a pall-bearer).
http://www.philamuseum.org/
The following day my son and nephew, Matt, visited the Philadelphia Art Museum. Middle of the road special Rembrandt exhibit- lacked the spontaneity of Rembrandt's greatest works- portraits and large pieces- mostly small careful portraits. Overall the collections in this museum are world class. It has some of the most important works by Marcel Duchamp, massive facades and building looted from Europe, and a whole rang of international works. Maybe I'll publish a few photos here from the trip soon.
Below: Duchamp
Friday, October 21, 2011
My Dad Died 24 Hours Ago
I won't go into detail. He was 91 and we had been expecting it. He had a stroke about six months ago and has not been the same since. I am flying back for the funeral with my son tomorrow.
I just need to mention his influence as an artist. His whole life he was an amateur artist and certainly not as polished as my uncle John. But he was my influence to pursue art from an early age. He painted, carved heads out of stone and wood. Often his subjects were religious. He painted right until the near the end. And I will post some of his work here that he did at the age of 91 to honor him.
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