Hello all,
been a weird week or so.
Dark and gloomy and I have,
had,
a cold.
Nothing life threatening,
but,
it puts you off your game,
you know?
I didn’t want Catherine,
to catch it,
so we spent the weekend,
in our respective flats.
I was missing her,
so I suggested we go,
to the museum on,
Sunday.
Seeing Loud: Basquiat and Music,
is the main exhibit at the MMFA,
it is a long show,
lots of his work,
lots of examples,
of things and people,
that inspired his work.
Hip Hop,
posters,
Polaroid pictures,
Jazz,
Saturday morning cartoons,
the noise of the city(New York late 70’s and 80’s),
graffiti.
I loved it,
I felt inspired,
it made me appreciate,
Basquiat as I never have before,
I got a look inside his creative process,
as my friend, Eric, put it,
“It made me want to go out and make art.”
Fuckin’ A!
It’s a long show,
I had to sit a few times,
in the room with a slave auction painting,
and an homage to Louis Armstrong,
who was once named king of the Zulus,
in a New Orleans Mardi Gras parade,
I was looking at the vibrant blue,
loving the superhero,
Mexican wrestler mask,
vibe.
And,
out of the corner of my eye,
I saw Catherine.
I took my phone,
out of my pocket,
and took a picture.
I love looking at Catherine,
looking at art.
I also think, she was looking particularly ravishing that day.
I share this because,
it shows a part of her,
that I so love,
her ability,
amidst,
noise,
busyness,
to just be.
To commune,
with Art,
or Nature,
or George,
to savour her food,
to close her eyes,
when we dance,
to let herself,
be,
in the moment.
Catherine has the ability,
to be,
that is not given to everyone.
She loves people,
for who they are,
not what she thinks,
they will be.
I was thinking,
last week,
well, maybe longer,
I don’t know.
I was thinking,
I met Catherine when,
I met her,
because I was ready to meet her.
I thank whatever,
God,
universe,
life force,
serendipity,
guardian angel,
put her in my path.
What a blessing,
she is.
Be well you all,
later girls,
BB
