Cara said earlier that the newspaper reported that this was one of the hottest Augusts on record. We also had more rain this month than in the last ten, so she said that the paper reported. Inside the two feet thick adobe it isn't that bad, and that cold beer on the desk stays chilled for quite a while. Drinking the Shiner Bock, not too bad, it was on sale at the grocery store.
Greg is asleep, he sleeps throughout most of the day, starting in the morning I will go over and check on him every few hours, make sure that he's still alive or hasn't fallen and can't get up. Some old friends of his were here over the weekend, they were all camp counselors together at a girl's horse riding camp back in 1964, that was the last time that they had all seen each other. Greg held a small party for them Saturday night that I co-hosted.
I was an honorary member of "The Board" for the evening. I really have nothing in common with these guys, we managed to form a bond though. We sat in Greg's "de-gayed" parlor, many tales were told, vivid reminiscences, apparently Greg was camp chaplain/garbage man. One of the guys had the yearbook from that summer so long ago, there was a shot of Greg behind a pulpit, one of his favorite places to be, speaking to a group of young women, I wonder if any of the girls remember what he said? It was time to re-create the photo from above, I didn't get any shots myself, I know sounds odd, but I did get a bit of video.
One of the guys started strumming on Greg's guitar, they sand songs from the camp songbook, we all sat around, tossed a couple back, had some laughs and soon they were leaving. I got bigs hugs from all of them and many thanks for caring for their friend.
Soon fiesta will be here, this will mark my one year anniversary in Santa Fe, I moved here the night of Zozobra, the burning of Old Man Gloom. This event began something like seventy years ago, from what I understand it was started by a small group of artists who found fiesta way too pious, some of these artists were living up here on Canyon, heck probably the lady who owned El Zaguan at the time was one of them.
Old Man Gloom, built to be the largest marionette in the world, five stories tall, representing the year past, is set aflame and with it goes all of the negative energy of the past year. Last year you had better believe that I had a lot of offerings to send up in the flames. Then I had to face this new version of me. I felt so awkward and shy, didn't really know what to think of Santa Fe or how the hell I was going to find my way, an exciting and scary proposition. Have I done that? Have I found my way? Am I being real and honest? I think so.
The Historic Santa Fe Foundation hosts a fiesta party here at El Zaguan, supposedly it is quite the event. They are using one of my images for the invite and have asked me to paint a carnival cut-out for the event. That is my next little project, have primed the plywood, hope to sketch out the image later.