And now for Acceptance...

[ravensdesk]

Went to town to do my laundry (Cal City, that is) forgot how lovely a small town can be.  The parents are loving, the people somehow seem less threatening.  I came home and ended-up writing a three-page journal entry which may become something.

Am becoming increasingly nervous about meeting Bachardy, i'm reading his book right now, Stars in my eyes,

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[space_meat]

I may be showing how desperately uncultured I am, but who is Bachardy and when/how are you meeting him?

[ravensdesk]

He is just a painter and author that I really like. Relatively unknown to the masses, a close friend of Hockney and a member of that crowd. His paintings are colorful and simplistic but detailed (and done at high-speed with no preliminary sketches) and his life drawings are amazing. His more recent book is "Stars in my Eyes" where he transcribes journal-entries about his sittings with various memebers of the rich and famous and shows the portrats of them, some are funny (the bitchiness comming through) and some are sad (the fading image of Bette Davis) but all are gold (i'm deeply jealous that he can both paint and write).

But, more importantly, Johnny Depp sat for him, so I plan on trying to get a phone-number and a date ha-ha!