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Bernie and I rode the dog to New York , we stayed at the YMCA Sloan House near Times Square. We visited several galleries including Sidney Janis's rooms which had been in a Time magazine art spread the week previous. The George Segal plaster casts of people were here in primary colors head to toe it was the pressure of the market for novelty.

I was at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts week ago, sometimes I go just to see if my painting is still up,it is. The painting is 9 feet wide and 5 1/2" tall it seems quite small in those huge rooms next to one of those giant protractor paintings by Frank Stella. But the painting is still very good if not better than in the early 1990's when it hung for about 3 years. The color is better or my eyesight is different, the painting was made 30 years ago.

I began having doubts about art school education when I was a student at the art institute school in Chicago. Something was off kilter, the teachers seemed uninterested in art much less contemporary art. I thought pop art was the real breakout from all the terminal paint mushing that students did then in search of their inner expressionist style. One thing I learned was that abstract expressionism takes more tubes of paint to make that other more direct styles like pop art. And pop art was the first large scale deployment of conceptual art.

Their was a spell at the art school when the second semester was really underpopulated. I always thought it was because the school was so awful but that's the insider angle. Then one fall two mushroom dealers sent up shop next to the back of the art school. Well I don't know what the magic mushrooms do to you but in art school they make you stupid. Which was not a problem at art school as long as you paid your tuition. It was a huge farce given art as a subtext of everything in art schools. No the art schools are the last vestige of academic art.

On the days my wife is pissed at me I can't paint, oh I do a little. I mean in general painting during lover's spats is nearly impossible. It maybe why I write the writer is all in the head, whole characters in the tiny grey cells. My bi-polar troubles persist in easier form. But I have alot of trouble with relationships, even with clients. I'm not sure why this is such a problem, I thought I was nice, intense sometimes sure but that's cuz the lights still on in the heart of FrankieGaardstein heir to the great doctors work.

Whoever - Last week Presindente Obombin"( looks like Alfred Jarry)"
Brethren friends of peace art lovers and music appreciators. friends  of strangeness.

In becoming larger the world also becomes more narrow. One's mystery now is how small we were til we came to the attention of the luxury customers. If ever is  as good a slogan as any,

if ever it's similar to peace or give peace a chance when was the last era of peace? IF EVER
Back soon in revolt currently - Frankster formerly the monster of Dr Frankenstein
Shabbos peace

Cooked my ass off yesterday, but I could.nt make a pie, ran out of time and steam. Read something regards older people that they think about death more often the young who apparently think about sex. But philosophical people start thinking about death way younger. Artists hard to say given the diversity factors. But if an artist is thinky look out for the big D. Every trip to Wendy's is a nail in your coffin. Like cigarettes once were< coffin nails >  .

First it was a very complicated  situation and I without the memory I once possessed am only able to give a sketch. I did the first double page cartoon Artpolice Comics in 1974, the first issue of Artpolice is a broadsheet with cartoons on the back by Joe McDonnell and Fritz and a text piece by Andy Baird. Since we worked with the AB Dick press all our modalities came from the 11 X 17" proportion. The Minneapolis Institute of Arts owns this original Artpolice cartoon.

My mother was my first teacher and in most ways my best. She grew up on a farm in the upper penisula of Michigan during the Depression in a community that spoke mostly Finnish. Finnish is a language that is very difficult almost an Asian language. The Finns came to Northern Europe from Mongolia. I recall my drunken father calling my Mom a Mongolian when they fought (she called him a draft dodger, he'd spend most of the war in Trinidad drinking rum and unloading cargo). I wondered if I was a Chinaman?