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Full Hare Moon
Whoa. More socializing today than I get in a normal month. AM Eric Kjerlling, curator of Oceanic art at the Met, gave an information packed lecture on this vast geographic region and its varied art forms. He was funny, knowledgeable and deep. An excellent introduction that I will want to revisit if I get the Asmat special exhibition year. It was my number 2 choice after William Holman Hunt and the Pre-Raphaelites. The Pre-Raphaelites are among my favorites in Western art and I hope I get that exhibition.
Saw several folks at the coffee on break during the lecture, but then retired to St. Paul, 1394 Lincoln, for a wonderful couple of hours seeing others from our docent class. Careen Heggard’s house is appointed by an architect, Careen, and wonderfully casual and elegant at the same time. She has a small cottage on the grounds, a former gardner’s residence, which she uses a cabin to which she does not have to drive, tea-house, escape. Looks an ohana dwelling like we see in Hawai’i.
Morry, Joy and I stood out in the rain by the fire discussing literature. Joy had a great line, one I hadn’t heard before, “Oh, that. It’s just my stigmata acting up.”
Anne Grand was there and looked great. She also seemed sharp. Quite a relief. I had worried about her. Bill Bomash showed up, too, on crutches and looking wan. I had to leave just as he came so I didn’t get a chance to chat.
Home for a nap at 2:30. The morning and the lunch tired me out, as socializing tends to do. I got up from my nap, went out in the rain, dug siberian iris, bearded iris and hemerocallis for Yin. Scott brought three big bags of hosta. I felt like a piker. I assured him there were more plants.
Woolly meeting at Tom’s. On mastery. Ode was home and it was great to see him. His report on the exhibit he did for UNESCO, sex ed for Thai teens, inspired me. The meeting was a good one, deep and funny. More later. Paul and Charlie H. couldn’t make it. More on the content tomorrow.
