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Escribano
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From: England, living in Italy
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 RE: Strange rosette (in reply to estebanana)
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I'm basically trapped here in a **** ass small town and I've been saying everything is hunky dory for two years, but the truth it sucks ass and it's ruined-ruining my career
Families can be really tough, especially when you are living abroad. Similar thing happened to me with my Dad, but I was only in Spain so could afford to get back for the funeral. Not before my sibling's family had been through the house looking for the will and burning his diaries because he didn't write nice things about them i.e. being blatantly used as free babysitters, how her kids were so very intelligent because an IQ of 100 must be a really high score, bigging it up with me for bringing him a sandwich every day like she was Florence ****ing Nightingale and I was clearly an absent, errant son. I lost a child some years ago, but she never thinks on other people's **** in her eternal quest for unearned money and baseless praise - I have come to feel deeply sorry for her in her debt-ridden dotage. But it took a long time.
My Dad funded the video gear for "El Guitarrero" - he liked that kind of thing. Miss the old, but very cool, curmudgeon 
You have stated your problem with your location, now you have to address it. If I can help, just let me know by PM, please. I had enough of not being able to help over dear Ron, it's not a nice feeling (maybe a Skype rant would help?) I'm always up for one of those  Let me know.
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Date Apr. 21 2015 19:08:15
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estebanana
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RE: Strange rosette (in reply to ngiorgio)
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Simon,
I'll take you up on the Skype rant, well, my personality is much different off line, I am fairly cogent and calm.
My dad was a promising artist, he was considered among the best by his teachers and peers group, who were the the top artists in Los Angeles and the San Francisco in the '60's. I'm still friends with a few of them. He began using drugs pretty early on and in stead of moving forward into what would have been a brilliant career, he spiraled into a bad life. But he continued to work and had periods of being clean and productive.
What really got me was when I was in art school he went on run and got pretty strung out of control and did not pay the storage fee for where he kept his body of work. He lost it and it was tragic for him. Strange for me, as by chance the scoundrels who bought the work at the auction of his lots located me and confused me for him. They approached me as an art student thinking the work was mine and asked me to endorse them selling the work to galleries. In other words will you become our partner in selling your work, which you through neglect had lost. I told them is was fathers work and I'd like to have it back but they refused and told me I could market prices or a huge lump sum for the body of work. I told the family what had happened and they seemed not to care and would not help me acquire any of the work.
Eventually I lost track of the guys who held the work and I don't know what became of it. Over the years I tried to track it down when I did have some cash hoping to buy back a piece here there, but I lost the trail. My dad never recovered from the loss and he continued to track into his later state of living on and off the street due to his extreme drug habit. I used to see him ...well long terrible stories I won't go into.
Eventually he had to go into care program, he had by that time gotten to mid level of dementia and had Hep-C. He was more far gone than I thought when I left California and he was covering up how far his dementia had progressed, it was difficult for me to tell. Last spring I got an email from the police saying he had gone missing for his care facility and I asked members of my family to check into it, but they dismissed it and did not act, leaving me to correspond with a police officer until he was finally found. It was a clerical error, but still the family could care less. As soon as he died he was lionized by the same contingent who could not have been bothered to check in on him, and frankly I was sickened and disgusted to my core. I had been asking for help with the situation for 20 years and finally backed away to save my own skin. I realized fully something I had not wanted to really think about, and that is that many members of my family placed me as the go between, the family representative so to speak to deal with my dad and report back, but they would never get personally involved. My past long term girlfriends had observed this and warned me, but it was difficult to see in the moment.
He was a terrifically flawed person and a huge burden at times, but as my best friend Ed Lopez says, you got the best part of that guy. Recently I heard an interview with Phillip Glass where he talks about death and art; he says, I paraphrase, he stopped thinking of death as the end of an artistic lineage, but as the transference of an art form or line of thought into the future. The art may change from person to person, I think he implies, but that a transmission of the ability to carry out the work occurs in some way. I think there is something to this, and while it is cold comfort, there really is no other kind of comfort. I can only hope my dad was thinking the same thing and that it gave him some hope.
It's difficult sometimes as a maker of things, objects, instruments to hold back an not let bad work trigger a sarcastic verbal response. Those who put in the time and spend all that alone time looking, reading and thinking while they make artistic works see things differently than the casual or part time observer and it is difficult to have patience with inferior work once you go past the boundaries for what is normal looking and seeing.
But I don't think it's any different than science or perhaps selling insurance or aerospace design; specialists understand more and have a capacity to see deeper into a problem than a non specialist. Only with art subjectivity comes into play and you have to careful passing judgement on what another person likes, even if it sucks. Some artisans/artists makers do the bare minimum artistically to get away with selling a form of art and other simply can't stop at that. I think that is what Glass was talking about, the transmission of the state of being that will question the art and shake everything out of it possible before giving it up to the public. Some of us are that person, and some not.
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