…I will remember everything. In the meantime, it seems that part of my life has become show and tell. Because the Chapel will one day serve as our Gallery…there will be less people tramping through the house. These small tours are an ongoing thing and it still blows my mind. A young very hip photographer named Mark Powell came out here yesterday to photograph us. I really dig his work. He took some great portrait shots of Richard and I that he is going to include in a show in Paris next year. We get a copy of the photo. When the Chapel is finished, Jimmy Ray wants to give him a show to hang. So…work…work…work…getting it done…moving through the Groove….Ah This!
ahhh, yes, and very important work it is. work while you still can! It is going to be so amazing. Which explains why you don’t have time to dawdle in supermarkets, home depots, it is all very understandable, seriously!!! You have a mission, you two, and I support you in this, your needing as much time as it takes. Groove on…
I like that photo above, it holds a great deal of interest, makes one speculate. It looks like the two of you just found out that one of you has some life-threatening disease. Very well-acted, I must say. He could title it “Holocaust survivors” maybe. Or did he take it? Maybe it was one of your self-portraits a la Mac? If so, give it to him for the exhibit!