Back from "Slate" downtown Charlotte where the awards were given. I felt a little out of place like I was staring in a Louie C.K. episode going to a nightclub with the music and dancing. I got one of my usual, "You're not from around here you?" and the other, "You're somebody famous aren't you?" Yeah, I'm the most famous, poorest artist you'll ever meet. Going to watch a Louie episode...the tragic comedy, funny how an artist can relate to a comic, both doing what they are passionate about for a living. Then later, I may start on a new painting. Karen is working tonight. I get up around 530 to go get here.
Sigh, just lost a whole page. One more time: Yesterday was crazy...at the worse moment... standing in parkinglot by car answering phone...corner of door bangs against ankle. Just come from driving to several places looking for my wallet. Get a call from Drui that publsihers need me to reshoot about 25 paintings for the pictures in Grandfather's Dream. I don't have half of the paintings and the other half, some are at different locations...sigh....and yesterday, while finishing up a convention in Corncord, N.C., I get a message that Dee Aughtman, who I have relations, collapsed at work, unable to move or speak and is taken to ICU, thoughts are that she has had a massive stroke. Earlier, my agent in California, Danielle Arnaud, calls all excited that someone has paid 1.5k directly into her Paypal account for a painting posted on her website. I love listening to Danielle because she has a France accent. Everytime she calls, I have to put her on speakerphone for everyone around ...
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