Hopefully. But after a day of happy immobility
and listening to Gillian Welch* [“Oh me oh my oh, look at Miss Ohio…”] upstairs in the studio
[…says she’s gonna do right but Not. Right. Now.”] our manic neighbor Leon busted out
with chains on the fronts of his 4×4 Dodge, all the way to where the county’d plowed as well as
all the inhabited driveways, ours included, so I took L’s Tacoma to the gate and back though couldn’t get in to Luz and Christine’s as Leon’s tracks were just too deep.
Nonetheless the next day, a Monday, we finally made it to the post office, seeing a herd of elk
[not shown] on the flat coming back, paused below Mary Ann’s while Leon, who was having
traction problems at the top, got sorted…fortunately all in time for lunch on the porch.
Sweet. Afterwards I played “Frank Zappa Live at the Roxy” up in the studio in an attempt to get Miss Ohio out of my brain, but no luck. Incredibly the next day we scored yet another lunch
outside as the snow went [slowly] away and The World, so they say, continued to go to to shit.
From the porch that didn’t seem to be the case, but here we’re Far and Away from The World.
Another day, the fourth in a continuing series of Early Trips to one town or another, we left from Izel’s school bus stop at 7:15, Luz following us into the screaming sun to the ‘burg where we
discovered one of “Clayweight’s” historic poles was somehow not in evidence, moved stuff around to accommodate the anticipated return of L’s wood sculpture from MOF, the Museum
of F—ups, as after a quick return to the truck rental fruitlessly hoping the pole might still exist we discovered, to considerably more dismay, that the morons of MOF had effectively destroyed “Rotation Location”, the sole surviving example of an important body of work from the nineties, by reducing it to dozens of miscellaneous pieces of wood, hundreds of steel brackets and many more hundreds of pieces of hardware. My diptych weathered their curatorial expertise with only an eight inch gash, a blessing by comparison. Devastated, we returned the Remains to the Habib, where they were exchanged for a chair looked after by the more professional curators of
UCCS, two redundant chairs for “el Depot” and many bags of bottles to recycle in La Veta,
where I ventured before making it back across the valley on a very warm afternoon…
A Very Warmness not, however, to last…
* with thanks to Peter Behrens for the link, Raton being just down the road.
Sorry to hear about the reduction to original parts of “Rotation Location”. 🙁 How many people would it take to reassemble it? Hopefully it’s not Humpty Dumpty.
But, the glorious snow-scapes are breathtaking!
It would probably just take two or three humans, but then a large area to lay the parts out and many hours of puzzling in three dimensions with many variations [the brackets all have individual idiosyncracies that only fit specific locations]. Arg.
aw I am so sorry about mof – merde why did they do that? and what about the damage to your diptych? now something more positive. does izel like the ❄️☃️🛷🚌 school bus, and his class? I so wish we were there. xonh
Izel seems to love the bus [an SUV] and his [formerly Luz’] school though with “teachers’ days” and holidays he isn’t getting there quite as much as some might hope. As for MOF, yeah, why? Incompetence in my case [which can inconveniently, given the canvas is longer than the truck bed, be repaired] but what they did to Linda borders on the malicious. Yeah yeah yeah, they’re doing the community a “service”, right? Screw that.
Sympathy about the destroyed artwork, Michael and Linda. VERY discouraging, among other things. I didn’t know that Izel was going to school there. I guess Luz and Christine are staying for a while?
I don’t know the piece but it sounds as if somebody or several somebodies, had to meticulously disassemble it. Hard to fathom, to say the least.
Absolutely; meticulously and taking many hours…dementedly. Brendt said he thought he was helping by making it “easier to store”. For him, anyway; when we delivered it it was maybe six or eight pieces; now it’s in hundreds. I’ll try to find a picture of what it looked like…