Day Two as artist in residence is much like Day One. I paint all day listening mostly to Lou Reed. Songs for Drella, the homage he and John Cale wrote for Andy Warhol, strikes a nerve.
He was a lot of things, what I remember most
He’d say, “I’ve got to bring home the bacon, someone’s got to bring home the roast.”
He’d get to the factory early
If you’d ask him he’d tell you straight out
It’s just work, the most important thing is work
I finally finish the painstaking detail of my National Gallery of Art painting. I hate it. There’s good stuff in it, but I’ll need to fix it. I’ll stick it on the wall and think about it.
Tired, I put the second painting on the wall and take a picture for Facebook.
“If it were me I’d move it a tad to the right,” writes my friend Ray Dinsmore.
Vineeta Anand posts “Little by little…
Oscar Turner comments on Facebook. “Wednesday,” he writes. He’s still on Bainbridge Island, I thought. I call and agree to pick him up at 9 a.m. tomorrow. He will be the second artist in residence for January starting on Day Three.