Beall Center For Art + Technology, October 3rd, 2015
At the opening of an exhibition I co-curated: Objects of Wonder. He was an artist in a neighboring exhibition:The Radicals of Irvine. It was a memorable encounter. He stared at me. I stared back. I think I saw inside of his brain. I think he saw inside of mine. I asked him to write a poem. A native New Yorker like me thinks: this is California. This is the Dude or the bus or the Beats. Probably it was just two nutty artists saying hello. I enjoyed meeting him and his daughter. In the photos of his 1979 performance he is sitting cross-legged on a wooden palette, a cloth around his head, his mouth spitting a fountain of water.
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