“In September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer’s wreckage. We will welcome summer’s ghost.” Henry Rollins
I love this. Read it in the hammock after picking up the mail and seeing Jeff Bridges on the cover of AARP magazine. He’s not old… and I found this wonderful quote from someone I’d never heard of. It sums up September in northern New Mexico. The wreckage of sun flower skeletons and squash vines, asters and ragweed. And honey season. And bears. Elk. Indigo and coming winter with all its metaphors.
In the studio I am painting The Three Bears, all from one small ceramic black flocked bear picked up at a flea market in 1991. The archetypal bear that is watching over me. She announced herself on the heels of reading Buffie Johnson’s book The Lady and Her Beasts, a book 40 years in the making about the Goddess culture as revealed through 13 beasts ( bird and fish included but I hardly think of them as beasts). Henry Miller and Emil Schnellock introduced me to Buffie through the Open Letters/Hotel Central project I’ve been working on over the last few years. Buffie Johnson was an abstract painter who showed at Peggy Guggenheim’s Art of this Century gallery in NYC in the 1940’s. She moved from abstract to figurative work and back again. I’d never heard of her until I found an etching in Emil’s collection of papers I inherited- the face of Alfred Perles, Henry’s writer-bad boy friend Boris in Tropic of Cancer. On the back of the etching in small script- ‘Fred’ by Buffie Johnson.