This week I felt like I was this metal ball. I made one of the worst decisions I have ever made in my life, friends and family are going through divorce, drug addiction, robbery(fuck you Chris Yayzel), Farrah Fawcett died and it's rained everyday.
Haven't done a post for some time, sorry to those who are checking my blog. On my way back to Land's End now. Trying to get to the Pat de Groot opening at the PAAM. She's a local artist and friend who has taught me a lot about the process of creating art. She's also the curator of my show next summer at the PAAM.
Haven't done a post for some time do to the fact that I've been busy turning an old run down cottage into my home for the summer. It was originally built for Harry Kemp by his friends as a birthday present. Harry was a poet and author who lived a lot of his life in a shack on the dunes. He was known as the "Tramp Poet" or the "Poet of the Dunes".
I miss the charm, elegance and humor of my Grandfather, Mischa Richter. This is one of my favorite cartoons he did and a photo he took of my uncle Tom at low tide in Provincetown bay.