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Thursday, December 26, 2019

RAM DASS 88

BABA RAM DASS

Dead @ 88



Hippiedom is in morning over the loss of their Saint who passed Sun 12/22/2019

I just found out about it 12/26

Very few people influenced me as much as he did.  No other book, (Be Here Now) has as much effect on me as it.

In the 80's I was hiding out in an office. A Thai friend of mine gave me a copy.  I would read it and have a question.  The answer would be on the next page. I was profoundly effect. I saw him once in Santa Monica, Calif.


Years passed, I changed.  I would get e-mails from his organization.  They always asked for money.  I could use some.

I'm 75 now and have had a stroke.  The time for spiritual guideance  has come and gone.  What can he say that will change the reality you'll die.

Let's give credit where credit is do.  Very few people had so much impact on me and a generation.  Thanx.

RIP

RANDOM STUFF










MISS DUPREES


Saturday, December 21, 2019

OTIS

ART INSTITUTE
…..was...!!!
founded by Gen. Harrison Otis Grey of the Los Angeles times.  It was located next to McArthur Park in L.A.  It is now the Charles White school named after a former instructor.

I began there in 1969.  Going into my second years I spoke with my instructor (George DeGroat?) and told him if at anytime he felt I wasn't doing it he should say something to me.

At the end of the year I was informed that I would not be allowed to proceed to a masters degree but I could get a three year BFA.

Why not?  Didn't think I was MFA material.  Didn't have talent? Would make Otis look bad? Nobody ever sed.
Proved them seriously wrong that's why they stone wall me to this day.

THE OTIS JOKE

This originated with Nelly Chouinard Inst, the other art school nearby.  Became Cal Arts.

Frist day, first class, first lesson.  One out of ten, you are told, are the real artist.  The other nine are there to keep the doors open.  The joke is..and as soon as we identify who they are we'll get rid of them so your parents don't feel bad wasting money on your education.

Anyway another woman suffered the same fate.  She will re-main nameless for good reasons.  

Un-like me she had made enuff money before leaving art school to buy a two story building on York Blvd in Highland Park. This was what I was up against from the very beginning.

I stopped by her studio one time.  She had a large 8 x 10 ft canvas leaning against a wall.  She was in her mud stripe phaze.  Rumor had it she mixed acrylics with mayonaise.

In the upper left of the canvas was a square sectioned off.  The colors were different.  She claimed her assistant did it but she ....didn't know about it , wasn't sure,
Assistant? Such bullshit.

Fast Forward almost fifty years.  I Google her name.  Her web page comes up. It was poorly done.  Should have been a clue.

Her resume' is impressive.  According to it Otis hired her two years after kicking her out.  That needs looking into.  What could she teach?  She can niether paint or draw. Back in the day I would have no trouble duplicating anything she did.  She couldn't make something look like something if her life depended upon it.

She is collected by major corporations on various continents and in some permanent museum collections.  Very impressive.



This is her at a show exhibiting her oil crayon scribbles.


Every man hating fem nazi will come hissing and spitting out of the bushes saying your jealous of her fame and
fortune.

First off I am by far and away better known than her.  She has no imagination, talent, sense of design and composition.  Doesn't know anything about color harmony.  Her message is I am hiding the fact that that I can niether paint or draw by calling it abstract.

She sed she changed from realism to abstraction and became aware of light and space.

The only light space is between her ears.

Her fortune is her building.  She doesn't have it.  it has her.

It's an anchor on her ass, that's why she is still there

I traveled far and wide and had many experiences. There were a lot of hard, hard times. Would I trade places with her?

Never in a thousand years

Update 5/10/20



She has gone on line.  This is a company that shows how your art will look in a room, presumably to promote sales.

She is in 540 collections world wide.  Five permanent museum collections.  My, my, my impressive.

Lucky you she has slashed the price on her original paint on paper from her usual $3,500 to $2,900.  A savings of $1,600 dollars that you can snap up now in this time of record un-employment, before someone else gets it.

To rich for your blood?  You can get a framed print for $84.97 Loose prints, canvas and even a mug, and be able to enjoy her work on the cheap.  Now she has come down to my level and below LOL






PIMP

I live in a seniors home on the Jersy Shore



I say it's the waiting room for the nursing home where little old ladies are guarding empty wells from dirty old men with no bullets in their guns.  Some die waiting.

It is a microcosim of society as a whole.  There is a good cross section.  Blacks, whites, Russians, Indians etc.
There are Gays, lesbians, straits and cross dressers.

The best tits in the building belong to the guy across the hall.  They're plastic.  I was told he has kids.  He got the tits after his wife died.

Also is a guy best described as a pretty pimp.  You know the kind that women throw themselves on especially when there are white men around.

Years ago I saw a movie with Shelly Winters.  She had gone from Minnesota to NYC to track down her daughter who had gone to pursue a career in acting and had become a prostitute.

In the confrontational scene the daughter refers to her pimp as a "real man".  Which shocked the mother.  Who had stood in line with her at the merry go round? Her father but he wasn't a real man.

This is the bad boy syndrome.  Wimmen reward power and aggression with sexual favors then complain about toxic masculinity.

As mentioned a former pimp lives here.  He has that look women throw themselves at.


This person is not a pimp but this the look.

He had a older Mercedes out front.  One time he was in the elevator with a woman who was eyeing me up and down.  Looks like he was gonna' get some.

Time goes by and Mr. pretty pimp gets diabetes and loses some toes.  Then he gets seriously winged and loses a foot.
The higher you fly the further you fall.

He was in the lobby in a wheel chair the other day.  He was being cared for by an older woman who I found out was his ex-wife.

She was telling him....you don't tell me what to do....I'll tell you.



There was a wake for him

1/17/20

X-MASS 2019

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