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I found this broken chair that once belonged to a child. I kept the chair and realized that there is always a chair in my installations. A chair is a resting place for the viewer so someone can sit down, rest and be with the work. But this chair is “broken” there’s a metaphor here, something tells me that I have to use this chair as a starting place in this art piece. It will lead me to whatever comes next…
Then there are these notes that Mom writes to herself in order to remember and I continue to collect them whenever I visit her. In my studio I arrange them randomly under glass that I’ve used to create monotypes. These old monotypes were figurative and abstracts landscapes of views from my old beach house. I’m torn between visiting Mom and being in the studio and found that these two worlds have melded together. Is it her room or is it mine?
WHO IS MARK WEISS? ￼
A MERCHANT FRIEND SAID: “YOU SAID IT BEST TERRY…YOU SAID MARK WEISS IS THE GUY THAT IS NOT BEHOLDING TO ANYONE…THE MOST HONEST OF ALL THE CANDIDATES, HE OWES NO ONE ANY FAVORS AND THAT’S WHY I’M VOTING FOR HIM!
ANOTHER FRIEND OF MINE, AN ARTIST SAID: “TERRY WHAT I KNOW ABOUT MARK IS THAT HE IS PASSIONATE ABOUT PALO ALTO!”
“I HAVE A KEEN INTEREST IN OUR SCHOOLS. MY PARENTS DECIDED TO MOVE HERE SO I COULD ATTEND THE PALO ALTO UNIFIED SCHOOL DISTRICT: FREMONT HILLS, TERMAN MIDDLE SCHOOL AND GUNN HIGH SCHOOL. IT WAS ONE OF THE BIGGEST PRIVILEGES OF MY LIFE.” SAID MARK, WHOSE FATHER PAUL WEISS WAS THE FIRST TO SIGN HIS PETITION TO RUN FOR OFFICE.
CITY HALL NEEDS SOME SHAKING UP. MARK WEISS IS THE PERSON THAT CAN DO THAT. HE SPEAKS WHAT IS ON HIS MIND. A BIT FLIP AT TIMES BUT ITS HONEST. WE HAVE A HARD TIME LISTENING TO TRUTHS IN PALO ALTO. WE DON’T TALK ABOUT: THE HOMELESS, THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO SLEEP IN THEIR CARS, THE CHILDREN WHO WILL BE TAKEN OUT OF THE SCHOOL DISTRICT WHEN THE TRAILER PARK CLOSES, THE ELDERS WHO BARELY MAKE IT CROSSING THE STREET BECAUSE THE PEDESTRIAN LIGHTS CHANGE TOO FAST, THE FORECLOSURES, THE WORKING PEOPLE, OUR TEACHERS, THAT CAN’T AFFORD TO LIVE HERE BUT DEDICATE THEIR LIVES TO TEACHING OUR CHILDREN WELL.
WHEN YOU LOOK AT POLITICIANS WHO HAVE HELD OFFICE, FOR SOME, WAY TOO LONG… I NOTICE THEY ALL START TO LOOK THE SAME, SPEAKS THE SAME WAY AND OPINIONS RECEIVED FROM THE WORKING CLASS PEOPLE ARE USUALLY DISMISSED AT ENDLESS CITY COUNCIL MEETINGS. MANY OF OUR POLITICIANS LIVE IN THE BEST NEIGHBORHOODS IN TOWN AND THEY JUST DON’T GET IT.
SADLY ONE DICTIONARY DEFINITION OF POLITICIAN IS: A PERSON WHO ENGAGES IN POLITICS FOR HIS OR HER OWN ADVANTAGE. IS THAT WHAT WE WANT, IS THAT WHO YOU ARE VOTING FOR?
I NO LONGER RECOGNIZE THE STREET THAT I LIVE ON BECAUSE THE CHARM OF OUR OLD BUILDINGS IS GONE AND HAS BEEN TAKEN OVER BY BLOCKS OF STERILE GLASS AND METAL OFFICE BUILDINGS. THAT IS PROOF AS FAR AS I’M CONCERNED, OF THE DEVELOPMENT DEALS OF THE LAST TEN YEARS OF THIS LOCAL GOVERNMENT.
I REMINDED MARK TO TAKE CARE OF HIS PARKING TICKET BECAUSE THAT DOESN’T LOOK GOOD ON A POLITICIAN’S RECORD. BUT, I ALSO SAID TO MYSELF THAT MARK WAS PROBABLY TALKING TO SOMEONE AND GOT CARRIED AWAY IN THE CONVERSATION WHICH MADE HIM LATE. THAT IS WHAT MARK DOES BEST. HE IS A PEOPLE PERSON AND KNOWS HOW TO ENGAGE WITH EVERYONE AND ANYONE. HE IS NOT AFRAID TO BE YOUR VOICE IF YOU GIVE HIM THE OPPORTUNITY. HE HAS THE SKILLS OF A REPORTER ALWAYS RESEARCHING THE STORY AND TELLING IT WELL. HE CAN LEARN THE RIGHT POLITICS AND WILL SERVE YOU IF YOU KNOW WHAT IS BEST FOR THE CITIZENS OF THIS PALO ALTO COMMUNITY. PLEASE GIVE HIM YOUR VOTE. MARK WEISS IS THE TRUE RESIDENTIALIST CANDIDATE!
Featured image by Palo Alto Artist, Greg Brown who publically endorsed Mark for his Palo Alto City Council candidacy
I miss her. I often walk up to the front door expecting to see her face, tail wagging ready to give me a a slurping tongue kiss on the cheek, anticipating a quick walk to the curb to do her duty and be fed. Instead, there sits her little wooden box, her red collar and heart shaped dog tags wrapped around it, as she now sits on the window sill looking into the back yard. That warmth will never be the same but the thought of her warms me inside and causes tears to flow with abiding affection. I still miss Frida…
Originally posted March 6, 2011
Wondering if this was my last picture show, as I try to get through this visual art block…
triage – to sort out, sift or to determine priorities as in treatment or in battle, survival; that’s what I do now…
Triton Museum Santa Clara, CA
Originally posted March 13, 2011
How can I do anything more then think, more so meditate on the happenings of the last three days? The Japanese have just experienced the worst earthquake in 1200 years. Both of their nuclear reactors are in “meltdown” crisis. It’s not just over there…across the ocean, it’s right here, it’s the world at stake. Why quibble over material goods when families and all they own have just washed into the ocean and the entire Pacific Rim is feeling the aftershocks. I received an email from my cousin in Washington DC about Santa Cruz and whether my sister was OK. Yes, relatively speaking we are OK in California and we need these reminders that there are events in the world that are NOT OK PEOPLE! Tsunami Japan March 13, 2011
Not wanting to ignore the tragedy of the tsunami I thought that a good movie would give us insight on our world. So last night, Mark and I saw a beautiful French film whose title in French is correct “De Hommes et des Deux” which is “Of Men and Gods”. On the marquee it read “Of Gods and Men” which we found curious. The movie took place in 1995 and was about Cistercian Trappist Monks who are on mission in Algeria. These men are faced with the decision to help their village people or to flee the monastery to save their own lives from religious terrorists. The monks fundamentally do the right thing, and stay, united and believing in their cause to serv
e humanity despite their fear of death. The rituals and pacing of their monastic lives is felt by the audience as you wonder when and how it will all end. The film gives you enough clues as we the viewers all sat in awe. Wanting to know more about this, in fact true story, I had to check online before going to bed. After listening to public radio and reading the newspaper reviews I found out that ironically there is another movie with the same American/English title “Of Gods and Men” a documentary that interviews gay men in Haiti and their survival. Peculiar way that we market these films to win an audience by just twisting the title. To be fully aware is to see both films, so I will make it a point to see the other “Of Men and Gods”.