today i thought i could start working in my studio. WRONG! i'm bleary eyed and finding it hard to focus; not surprising considering i had a fairly high temp just 2 days ago. so, in desperation & after breaking a plate i did something. i just had to do something. a small, insignificant work on paper. it's a start.
i went to the PO to pick up backlogged mail and there were more large envelopes from my friend louis skidmore in houston. one of them was a NY Times article announcing the death of olga hirshhorn. olga was present that day in 1979 in their naples, florida home when joe purchased 4 of the paintings i had brought back from greece. one of them is now in the collection of the hirshhorn museum & sculpture garden, washington, d.c. which of course did not yet exist.
she was a very sweet woman, and good for joe, who was difficult & had been married 3 times previously. god bless you olga.