Thanks to Maya, I was able to experience the excitement of being a real, respected and innovative artist again. She had managed to get us both invited to a Twitter Party for David Hockney at the ROM. Twenty invitees arrived for the private showing some geeks, some art lovers and then there was me. I was introduced to several clever young things from the ROM marketing and curatorial staff who all wanted to see my iPad art. I showed a few paintings and before I knew it I was being thrust at the guest of honour with my iPad. David Hockney was dressed for the opera, where he was heading, and probably wishing he could have avoided this party. Nevertheless, he took the time to look at my work, ask some really good questions about the process and be generally supportive. I thanked him for his time and for showing us the way in this ground breaking exhibition of his digital art. I was the only one his age there, and the only one doing what he's been doing. Two old dogs clearly had learned new tricks. It was one of those rare unforgettable moments in my life. Then after our encounter he was whisked away to the opera by his handlers. It was telling that they let our conversation happen. I was taken seriously.
I had a truly remarkable day. The exhibition "Fresh Flowers" was absorbing and stunning. David Hockney takes us into the process of creating digital art as his work develops before our eyes. This man's ingenuity completely validates iPad art.
David Hockney actually looking at my iPad art , has validated me. I'm still recovering.
Thank you darling daughter for doing this for me. It was a very wonderful gift.
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- kingmisha
- I'm bigger than a pile of breadboxes, but smaller than a Sherman tank. I'm overeducated, underpaid but very content with my life. I have loved infrequently but intensely. I dated a poet, divorced a Dean, had an affair with a jazz pianist, was engaged to a diplomat, and widowed by my child's father. The men in my life were all very special. Not all grand passions but much loved in their time: Leonard Cohen, Alfred Pinsky, Billy Horn, Wendell Goodin, and Elliot Hirschman. Thanks for the memories... I'm a lapsed artist which doesn't really trouble me because I'm a very successful parent. I lacked the requisite conceit to persevere as an artist. I just couldn't make myself believe that my art came before my child. The world really doesn't need another sculptor (even a good one), but it does need another good human being. It can use all the good human beings we can turn out. I present Mambolica as my evidence so judge for yourselves.