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August 2010
MORE HARRY BUSH !
The more I involve myself in Harry's art, the more I feel compelled
to champion his efforts. Now that a book has been published that
was made possible by Harry's last moment 'give away', I’m
challenged to amend some of the opinions of it's author and others.
Harry led a fine life, I think. Stationed in England, he began
his military career, a cute sandy-blond guy with an endearing
gap-toothed grin. Later on he settled down in San Juan Capistrano
and gardened, had a koi pond, helped his sister who lived nearby
and was comfortable enough, never caring much for accumulating
'stuff' . His military pension was sufficient. When he enrolled
in art classes in the local community college, he was an outstanding
success and received much adulation. As happens to many smokers,
he developed emphysema and as time went on it robbed him of his
energy. Toward the end it was difficult to get up the stairs to
his drawing room, and when he wrote and drew letters for me, he
used the kitchen table. He mentioned his problems in passing and
did not avoid the fact that he would not improve. Aside from his
'exotic' art, he lived a simple clean life.
If you click the links, you'll find the galleries, the bio, the
journal are now back on-line. Some guys whose opinion is to be respected,
think it's good to keep a 'presence'. Hope they're right. Better
to be on deck when the ship goes down, ha! Tranquillo.
Those of you who've followed my art, know that for awhile now
I've been focusing on other stuff, tightening down the hatches,
and keeping an eye on the charts to see just how and where my
little boat should go.
Some say damn the torpedos, full steam ahead. But that sometimes
gets things out of balance. Once on a little stage in Copenhagen
Ulf and I were dancing a nude pas de deux doing our best to upstage
an aging transvestite crooning "If He Walked into my Life" from
Mame when she suddenly stopped cold (for dramatic effect) and
then screamed at the new stage manager to "get the light off those
bitches and back on me!". It seems at times one's presence on
the stage of life can be wasted when the psychos demand attention.
I figure them to keep the show going until my next entrance. With
a little luck and new numbers, the stage might one day once more
welcome me home. But now, for awhile, I'm waiting in the wings,
making myself more unavailable to 'strangers passing by with their
eyes' (e.e.cummngs).
It could be that our mission is being, accomplished whatever
the delay or detour. Anyway, with a sense of humor and/or sarcastic
wit, there's plenty to keep one laughing while trying to figure
out the best moves to make. Hakuna Matata. Don't Worry, Be Happy.
Please feel free to contact me. I'm still painting, feel great,
enjoying life and have much to share.
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