Tijuana Gringo | |
Daniel's Journal | by Daniel Charles Thomas |
4 August 2001. |
Last night. Una noche mas de iluminacion, another night of enlightenment.
First a talk given @ Cecut sala de lectura by the 86 (85?) year old artist Raul Anguiano. What sublime reflection of language and art, the old master shining transparencies spanning his career from starving Mexican in 1930s New York to recently painting yet another monster mural that Mexico has always done so well....
Then an opening in a CECUT gallery, Detritus by Enrique Ciapara, a little too ragged and scribbled for me, and if Carlos saw it, well.... What ever happened to beauty, Gringo? Trash, trash, he would say, all this "contemporary art" is nothing but trash... ay ay ay Carlos what a pesimista eres tú....
Haydee and Noe both approached me about publishing my book. I plugged for a presentation of the Frontera Ford book after its publication in December, including the other local winners. Then I thought oh hell I am just becomming exactly what Carlos said, a manipulator, playing the culture vulture game... ay ay ay Lord have mercy what am I doing to myself playing the culture business game...?
Noe invited me to participate in the taller (workshop) with poet Gloria Hervitz 13-17 Agosto.
I feel like George in Sunday in the park with George. Plug plug plug the new carreerrrrrr....
Then with the crowds to the galeria de la ciudad for another opening, another show, Usos y constumbres y otros modos with art from some 20 artists, maybe ten of whom I know.
The next day I will sit down to write and eat my breakfast and strategize how to arrange Carl's writing. He's finally beginning to give me stuff about the Republican convention in 1996. Hmm. Wants to change the city from San Diego to San Miguel. But everyone knows... I know.
* grin *