PROOF OF AFFIRMATION

ALL THE RIGHT PEOPLE COME TO YOU AT ALL THE RIGHT TIMES FOR YOUR HIGHEST GOOD AND GREATEST JOY.

Proof of the affirmation came to me today in Arthur’s Cafe in the Stockade.

Today I met an art historian and had such a vital dialogue with him, one with the depth I used to have when I was getting my MFA. It’s a deep loneliness to live in the Albany area, where museums don’t offer much, and most of the folks I meet who call themselves artists are dabblers. (I know that sounds snobby. People have the right to meet art where they are, maybe primitive and self-taught, but that’s different than someone immersed in the larger art world. The historian paints as a hobby. He gave me the sketch he was working on. Here is both a photo of what he was working on and one of his sketches in gouache that I now own.